It's hard to wake up, When the shades have been pulled shut. This house is haunted, it's so pathetic, it makes no sense at all. I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away. If my stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day
So here's your holiday Hope you enjoyed it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone, Will you remember this night, Twenty years now lost It's not right
Their anger hurts my ears Been running strong for seven years Rather than fix the problems, they never solve them It makes no sense at all I see them every day We get along so why can't they? If this is what he wants, and it's what she wants, Then why's there so much pain?
So here's your holiday Hope you enjoyed it this time. You gave it all away. It was mine. So when you're dead and gone, Will you remember this night, Twenty years now lost. It's not right
So here's your holiday Hope you enjoyed it this time. You gave it all away. It was mine. So when you're dead and gone, Will you remember this night, Twenty years now lost. It's not right.
It's not right It's not right It's not right
Compositor: Tom DelongePublicado em 2001ECAD verificado fonograma #5991891 em 22/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM