 Angels & Airwaves
"Rite Of Spring"
I was locked all day in the summer heat,
In a small brown house in suburban streets,
The skateboard and my shit guitar,
I dreamed all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
the asshole sports that I never played,
And then I ask about the girls he'd date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late,
It was then when I turned sixteen,
got kicked out of school and so it seemed,
that things were closing in and ready to blow,
My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took me hours to start a punk rock band
to offset my fucked up family land,
and as I helped my mom would start to cry,
I swore ourselves a better life.
If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn't change a thing,
It's made me all and who I am inside,
And if I could thank God that I am here and that I am alive.
And everyday I wake I tell myself another harmless lie,
the whole wide world is mine.
The summer's gone, the years have passed
my friends have changed, a few did last,
the smallest dreams got pushed aside,
the largest ones, they changed my life,
And all I wished for has come to pass,
From rock'n'roll to love and cash,
Its all success if it what you need,
do what you like and do it honestly.
If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn't change a thing,
It's made me all and who I am inside,
And if I could thank God that I am here and that I am alive.
And everyday I wake I tell myself another harmless lie,
the whole wide world is mine.
Yo oooh (whatever he says)
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Спасибо Jen за помощь в исправлении этого текста.
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