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
Changing strings
on things
A couple of girls from the school
listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls Rome
I made out with most of them
So I a toast to them
now I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away 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 of a '69 summer
Played through a of fuzz
Nobody Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
band bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can 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 washed 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 back 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
the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep 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 twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When 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 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
Changing strings
on things
A couple of girls from the school
listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls Rome
I made out with most of them
So I a toast to them
now I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away 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 of a '69 summer
Played through a of fuzz
Nobody Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
band bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can 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 washed 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 back 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
the football jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep 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 twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good
And she had a face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When 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 do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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