Otros Ejercicios
Summer Of '89 
Hard
de Butch Walker
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Sa - Tur - Day!
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
strings
Banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about girls from Rome
I made out with of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, enough to survive
In their paper jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed the sinners?
Everyone was something and
was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran with our and the drugs
Ya I'm pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
Suburban cover playing bad to the bone
In a of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
Like the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping their bad taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
They knew I clubs
Let me through school
And my day job boss
Who it up as a loss
But let me leave when I wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
strings
Banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about girls from Rome
I made out with of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, enough to survive
In their paper jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed the sinners?
Everyone was something and
was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran with our and the drugs
Ya I'm pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
Suburban cover playing bad to the bone
In a of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
Like the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping their bad taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
They knew I clubs
Let me through school
And my day job boss
Who it up as a loss
But let me leave when I wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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