Maybe I should stop associating situations immediately with the songs I like. I get attached to the memories right away when I find them their suitable theme song. And then...when the moment fades and things change...I get my heart shattered to pieces.
Why am I so emotional?
Anyway. Bearded men singing. Nothing makes the world better than bearded men singing.
My heart has been my teacher and I've learned quite a lot
Listened while I could and tried not t get caught in the
Bum badum badum badum badum
My heart is bound in leather like the book you sent
I filled it with words and I penned them again
Drip by drip by drip by drip by drip
Do yourself a favor, find a way
To get away
Hit me with your car, hit me with your best shot
I'll be standing there on the sidelines waiting
To see what it is that you've got
Do yourself a favor, find a way
To get away
(Hey-ey hey-ey hey ya da da da da
Da da-da, da da da da da)
And when the summer sun comes yo might shape up
Go back to being yourself and to the ones you love
And when the summer sun comes you might just say
"I gotta find a way to get away"
And when the summer sun comes yo might shape up
Go back to being yourself and to the ones you love
And when the summer sun comes you might just say
"I gotta find a way to get away"
(Hey-ey hey-ey hey ya da da da da)
My heart has been my teacher and I've learned quite a lot
Listened while I could and tried not t get caught in the
Bum badum badum badum badum
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