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letra de keasbey nights – streetlight manifesto

it was the summer of ’95 (so what)
in the backyard, shaving the old plies
feeling so strong (strong)
something went wrong (wrong)
straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
i still remember that day, like the day that i said that i swear
“i’ll never hurt myself again”
but it seems that i’m deemed to be wrong
to be wrong, to be wrong
gotta keep holding on…
they always played a slow song

when they come for me, i’ll be sitting at my desk
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
“my, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you’re going to die
by the end of the night.” i said hey

i still remember when we were young and fragile then.
no one gave a sh-t about us because times were tougher then.
feeling so good (good! ) cruisin’ the hood (hood! )
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
but i don’t care.
i can fade away to anywhere don’t stop
because you might get dropped (dropped! )
and if you do who’s going to pick you up
well i won’t, well i won’t…
they always played a slow song.

when they come for me, i’ll be sitting at my desk
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
“my, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you’re going to die
by the end of the night.” i said hey

when they come for me, i’ll be sitting at my desk
with a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
“my, my, my, how the time does fly,
when you know you’re going to die by the end of the night.” [x3
i said hey. hey, hey, hey

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