Broadside
Old Bones
The wind is fucking up my hair,been watching clouds go by for hours.Standing on the weathered dock,thinking of the times and what they cost me.But was I readyto turn my back and runinto the setting sun?I don’t wanna grow old.Sweet dreams,I’ve been sold.Opportunities passed me on my way back,life’s moving too fast.Different cities through the glass.All my struggles are capturedin these photographs.Faces in a crowded roomin my silence, I’m consumed.They shake my hand and strike a poseposting memories so I’ll knowthat I was once known.But when the moon is low,why do I feel so damn alone?I don’t wanna grow old.Letras de cancionesSweet dreams,I’ve been sold.Opportunities passed me on my way back,life’s moving too fast.Different cities through the glass.All my struggles are capturedin these photographs.I did what’s best for mewith some uncertainty. I climbed a mountain to embrace the things I couldn’t see.Always been clear to mejust who I wanna be.So far from chasin dreams,cause greatness comes to those who never sleep.I don’t wanna grow old.Sweet dreams,I’ve been sold.Opportunities passed me on my way back,life’s moving too fast.Different cities through the glass.All my struggles are capturedin these photographs.I don’t wanna grow old.Sweet dreams,I’ve been sold.Opportunities passed me on my way back,life’s moving too fast.Different cities through the glass.All my struggles are capturedin these photographs.I don’t wanna grow old.Sweet dreams,I’ve been sold.Opportunities passed me on my way backhome.
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