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Ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da Ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da I'm runnin' wild in the pharmacy aisle Looking for the cure to nothing The drugs of the day are wrapped in a bouquet Until I feel the panic blossom But when I take them, I feel awesome Tell me you love me 'Cause the less I know, the better I feel And you look so beautiful The words I never hear Come to my birthday Yesterday was yesterday Here's to tomorrow You got it, you got it, you gotta give it You got it, you got it, you gotta give it A girl this young Should be smoking like a gun But I tell you, it ain't еasy I'm not in possession of a Smith & Wesson Or I'd decoratе the ceiling The Sistine of my feelings (Oh my God) Letras de canciones Tell me you love me 'Cause the less I know, the better I feel And you look so beautiful The words I never hear Come to my birthday Yesterday was yesterday Here's to tomorrow You got it, you got it, you gotta give it You got it, you got it, you gotta give it La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la The bottles on my nightstand are well-curated My melancholy is medicated I'll let some light into my room 'Cause someday soon I will bloom Here comes another day Yesterday was yesterday Here's to tomorrow You got it, you got it, you gotta give it You got it, you got it, you gotta give it La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la From Letras Mania