Paroles officielles de la chanson «The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager (Part One)» :

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Paroles officielles de la chanson "The Chronicles Of A Bohemian Teenager (Part One)"

And I Was Stuck In Minor Chords, I'd Been Here Once Before.
With Environmental Echoes By Your Baggage On My Floor,
So Get Over Here, Let's Grab Ourselves Another Beer,
To Drink Until Tomorrow To Forget That We're Still Alive

We're Drinking To Forget And It Always Breeds Regrets,
And Disillusioned Faces Upon Friends That We've Seldom Met
I Do Believe That My Self Constructed Alibi, Is Cracking Under Pressure Whilst I'm Breaking On The Inside

I'm Sick Of Making A Show,
I'm Sick Of Sitting With My Hands Trapped And Falling On My Back And
Telling People I Know, More Than They Needed To Know
And This Song Is More Than The Self Indulgent Rant, Its Closure For The Times That I've Let You Down,
You Know I Need You Around

Well I'm Still Here, Long Overdue, Because It Feels Like Home And A Life Of Pastures New

So This Ones For The Friends,
And Also For The Sounds,
Of Distant Laughter Righting Us,
Remind Us In A Town,
You Made Us Feel At Home,
We've Broken Backs On Floors Of Stone,
And Yet I'd Rather Wake There Any Day,
Than Wake Up Here Alone

Ba Da Ba Ba Ba

So This Ones For The Friends,
And Also For The Sounds,
Of Distant Laughter Righting Us,
Remind Us In A Town,
You Made Us Feel At Home,
We've Broken Backs On Floors Of Stone,
And Yet I'd Rather Wake There Any Day,
Than Wake Up Here Alone

Ba Da Ba Ba Ba

 
 


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