terça-feira, dezembro 16, 2008

I learned politeness on my mother´s knee
I learned by uprightness my number of friends should increase
When I think about the things I´ve done
I laugh out loud to no one
Yeah to no one

Coz it´s so hard to meet
The eyes that I see
When I try to open up my heart
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; there´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
But I became honest Mr. Mistaken
In spite of the curves my smile was makin´
Bumpers and kickers in one big stream
I grew up in a life size pin ball machine
Yeah they´re mean

On my behalf
There´s something inside me ´n I know it´s good
But understanding is misunderstood
At the end of a smile; ther´s a laugh ´n a 1/2
I tried to fill some silence
Coz the silence feels so long
I knew the ice was gettin´ thinner
But I kept skating on
My mother threw me into this world as a winner
But by the light of the yellow beer
they tell jokes I´ll never get to hear
On my behalf
There´s something inside me...

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