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Artiste:
My Friend The Chocolate Cake
Titre:
Measured Best
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Drape your arms across my shoulders Nestle down your weary head Make no further arrangements I love it when we walk the river When there's no leaves upon the trees The blue stone bridge is mossy green We stand beneath it, wash ourselves clean Singing in the rain And all these years I've spent with you Are measured best in songs We've sung out loud and wild Our arms are thrashing in the air We make a noise like we don't care And all these years I've spent with you Are best measured in the wine we've drunk Stupid dancing, laws we've broken Strange rooms we've woken up in I can't recall how we got to sleep Or how we got back home It takes us back to when it all seemed very easy It takes us back to when it was all in front of us It takes us back to when we did things Without thinking alone All these years I've spent with you are measured best In night times walking Past the orchards, the old factories The pigeons paint the old machinery We climb the roof and nothing mattered at all And all these years I've spent with you Are measured best In nights we've slept out in the yard Watching the shooting star parade We wake up shivering every hour To put more wood on the fire It takes us back to when it all seemed very easy It takes us back to when it was all in front of us It takes us back to when we did things Without thinking alone And all these years I've spent with you Could not have dreamed a better story All the arguements in all their glory The mornings when we woke up poorly The best thing hurt, the stinging pain Could I do all over and over again? Would I change a thing? Yeah the best things hurt, the stinging pain? Would I do all over and over again? Could I change a thing?
