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
Banging on things
A 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 loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
So I raised a toast to them
now that I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
their teen heartthrobs
Are in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way before the came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the of a '69 summer
through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan wasn't cool
The TV just told 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 pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't your past in the eye
Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the came
And away the sinners?
was something
And I could do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
back to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out 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 everything bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More I knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep through school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave I and I never got caught
out on the field
In the back of my truck
into the bars
Stealing the beer and fucked
By a girl twice my age, 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...?
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...?
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
Changing strings
Banging on things
A 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 loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
So I raised a toast to them
now that I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
their teen heartthrobs
Are in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way before the came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the of a '69 summer
through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan wasn't cool
The TV just told 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 pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't your past in the eye
Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the came
And away the sinners?
was something
And I could do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
back to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out 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 everything bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More I knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep through school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave I and I never got caught
out on the field
In the back of my truck
into the bars
Stealing the beer and fucked
By a girl twice my age, 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...?
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...?
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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