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• Artiste: Quinn Lewis
• Titre: History Buff
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I couldn't tell you Much about London in '64 Much about Franklin and Elenor But I know exactly how we left the kitchen And I couldn't tell you When the moon met our first rocketship When they built all of those pyramids But I could spend hours reminiscing That first date, your kiss Parties, we missed 'Cause we happier just staying in The first time you cried I hate that night And how well I remember it Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South 'Cause every time that I open my mouth I star to monologue, spilling my guts How it began and how I messed it up Close friends or strangers, it's always the same Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name I keep reciting the story of us Like I'm some kind of history buff (I tried to forget it) Re-wrote my autobiography Had to go through my anatomy 'Cause somehow I still see you in it So inconvenient I memorized dates for no reason But every Fall, yeah, it all hits me like a freight train Flip back to the same page (And study it over again) Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South 'Cause every time that I open my mouth I star to monologue, spilling my guts How it began and how I messed it up Close friends or strangers, it's always the same Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name I keep reciting the story of us Like I'm some kind of history buff Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I hate that night How well I remember it How well I remember it Now I'm no good at small talk, it always goes South 'Cause every time that I open my mouth I star to monologue, spilling my guts How it began and how I messed it up Close friends or strangers, it's always the same Give me five minutes, I'll mention your name I keep reciting the story of us Like I'm some kind of history buff