Well, I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye Because last night it felt like the best night of my life Now there's something that is wrong, rotting
How does it feel to have loved, to have lost And not know how to feel anymore? And how many times do you have to be cruel, to be kind And show feelings
's a domino effect and it's lost you all respect So you'd better get your boss a gift 'Cos they're tired of, tired of hanging around The bus turned
to know the world A little better And she should've had more friends, To glue her brain and stick it back together But she had to go around And
's wrong I spend a lot of time in the big white room Down in the cellar I'll be drinking soon I can't help sleeping through the sunny day Tired
me At night while I'm sleeping They never let me wake to see Who could be standing and guarding me And when the morning comes They never seem to stick around
Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water And I think of all the things, what you do And in my head, I make a picture 'Cause since
and what could be right for us I hear the same thing all the time and you know that I don't care Well I don't like the way you've been hanging around
There's something going on round here, inthis neighbourhood But what it is I'm not quite sure, in this neighbourhood I just can't put my finger on,
Everyone's got secrets, dirty little secrets Have I got one on you Although they may be secrets, they may show your weakness Well are they really true
You've got a friend in me, darlin' You've got a friend in me 'Cos when I looked at your face I've seen a wonderful place And I knew it was there for
's a domino effect and it's lost you all respect So you'd better get your boss a gift Cos they're tired of, tired of hanging around The bus turned up
's a domino effect and it's lost you all respect So you'd better get your boss a gift Cos they're tired of, tired of hanging around The bus turned
Пераклад: Zutons. Tired Of Hanging Around.
to me at night while I'm sleeping They never let me wake to see who could be standing and guarding me And when the morning comes they never seem to stick around
: How does it feel to have love to have lost And I know how to feel anymore And how many times do you have to be cruel to be kind And show feelings the
