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letra de i'm still spinning - dylan owen

[verse 1: dylan owen]
so here we go, record playing, stepping into separate ways
this one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll have to take
i know it’s been a couple years in the making
but my head’s spinning faster than the ceiling fan’s blades
as i say i still remember when we chilled in the attic
an overdose of dead jokes i think i’m still laughing from
our whispers on the roof of the car that you had
if we’re doing this, let’s do it big as dynamite, imagine that
another fifty years p-ss, i mean what i said:
look to the right when it seems like nothing’s left
look to the sight of the smiles after setbacks
it feels like time flies wearing wings and a jetpack
money can’t buy happiness but if i had a million bucks
i’d spend it on a million things to help me get my feelings up
thanks for the everything, the clichés, the keeps
thanks for the running rugged road at my feet

[hook: dylan owen]
now it’s time to leave behind the things you couldn’t get to me
and now it’s time to breathe out a “thanks for the memories”
man, i gotta make sure this one’s turning gold
‘cause this one’s one for the road
and so i’m singing loud, i gotta leave behind the things you never said to me
now it’s time to scream out a “thanks for the memories”
there’ll be nothing like you at the place where i go
so this one’s a toast to the road

[verse 2: dylan owen]
so here we go, destination: i don’t know, wherever’s waiting
this one’s a toast to the roads that we’ll soon be taking
this one’s an ode to the faces that’ll change
take your blueprints and throw ‘em away
and let me tell you that
i think our names are still written underneath the bleachers
i think that molly’s still got a lot for her to dream of
i’ve seen the parking lot, it’s still vacant with relief
the pink sombrero bandits weren’t taken from the scene
but imagine that the world ends and i’m still spinning
faster than a carousel of memories that never finish
the road’s a skinny place, you might not fit
but if you’ve never had hope, let that sh-t out of your system
‘cause i’m getting sick of being lonely on your lawn
throwing rocks at your window in the middle of the morning
stop, if you think that you can fiddle through this song
of life. it’s like the road the way it keeps moving on

- dylan owen

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