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Artiste:
Make Out Monday
Titre:
Last December
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Oh come now, won't you give a little something of ya The long-gone, or maybe just a night to remember Oh, stop signs higher, something's telling We're not right, it's just a one more reason to go there A one more reason, a one more reason I'm falling faster, I'm losing sleep Counting back the years to 17 We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December, my dear no We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December (No) Oh we've come down Of course I'm not coming near ya You wouldn't understand 'Cause you never take anything serious He's waiting angels, waiting angels A buried girl can fly Let's make one bad decision That'll make the right ones more worth living I'm falling faster, I'm losing sleep Counting back the years to 17 We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December, my dear no We're never gonna get any better Than we got... than we got last December (No) Spend my summer stuck in magazines Another drug to kill the memories We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December, my dear no We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December Just a kid, just a fool tryna hold back the tide Will you ask for some help when you drained all the life Not a tit, not a tat and your God is right You said "Do what you want, I don't care if you die" Just a kid, just a fool tryna hold back the tide Will you ask for some help when you drained all the life Not a tit, not a tat and your God is right You said "Do what you want, I don't care if you die" Falling faster, I'm losing sleep Counting back the years to 17 We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December, my dear no We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December Spend my summer stuck in magazines Another drug to kill the memories We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December, my dear no We're never gonna get any better Than we got last December