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Artiste:
Alexander Stewart
Titre:
Proud Of Me
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Last night My mom sent me a photograph Of my sister and me From like 2003 And I cried 'cause little did we know what life Would throw us at our feet My sister and me I wish that I could turn back time To late July Those summer nights In Timmins Now it's all so different The leaves they fall the people change The only thing that stays the same Is I miss it Oh God, I miss it All I wanted was to grow up But growing up has got the better half of me All I wanted was to find love But finding love has got me crying myself to sleep Wish that I could tell myself at seventeen That we'd still be here at 23 I've been thinking 'bout the kid I used to be I hope he's proud of me For leaving when I knew it wasn't healthy For learning having one more glass doesn't make it go away Sometimes you gotta feel sad to feel happy And spending one more night with them Doesn't mean they're gonna stay All I wanted was to grow up But growing up has got the better half of me All I wanted was to find love But finding love has got me crying myself to sleep Wish that I could tell myself at seventeen That we'd still be here at 23 I've been thinking 'bout the kid I used to be I hope he's proud of me I hope he's proud of me I hope he's proud of me I hope he's proud of me I hope he's proud of me I wish that I could turn back time To late July Those summer nights In Timmins Now it's all so different The leaves they fall the people change The only thing that stays the same is I miss it Oh God, I miss it All I wanted was to grow up But growing up has got the better half of me All I wanted was to find love But finding love has got me crying myself to sleep Wish that I could tell myself at seventeen That we'd still be here at 23 I've been thinking 'bout the kid I used to be I hope he's proud of me