Well, we're here We're at the common again Smoked six of the ten fags that I only bought an hour ago Said well I I like the look of your shoes I like the way that your face looks When I'm arguin' with you And so when When we all grow old I hope this song will remind you that I'm not Half as bad as what you've been told And when I knock At a hundred and two And I see your pajamas I can't stop smiling at you And that's why we're here We're at the common again I've been pouring my heart out Towards your optimistic grin I said well I, I I like the cut of your jib I like the way that your face looks When you're yappin' on about him But on this shirt Well I found your smell I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do with myself I called you up At a hundred and two We just sat there for ages Talkin' about that boy what Was gettin' on to you You, you, you
just sing, sing just for the sake of singing man for the sake of it meaning something, don't care about hitting the right note, being in the write key, just sing for the sake of it actually meaning something
102 Então estamos aqui Estamos comum novamente Fumei seis dos dez cigarros que Eu comprei há apenas uma hora Disse, bem eu Eu gosto do estilo dos seus sapatos Eu gosto da expressão que você faz quando Eu estou berrando com você E então, quando nós todos envelhecermos Eu espero que essa música te lembre que Eu não sou nem metade das coisas ruins que Falaram para você E quando eu bato No cento e dois E eu vejo seus pijamas Eu não consigo parar de sorrir para você E é por isso que quando Nós estivermos comum novamente Eu despejarei meu coração Em direção ao seu sorriso otimista Disse, bem eu, eu Eu gosto do corte de sua lança Eu gosto da expressão que você faz Quando você está reclamando sobre ele Mas nessa camiseta Eu encontrei o seu cheiro E eu apenas sentei ali po eras Vagueando sobre o que fazer comigo mesmo Chamei você No cento e dois Nós apenas sentamos lá por muito tempo Falando sobre aquele garoto Como era ficar a fim de você Você 102 Well we’re here We’re at the common again Smoked six of the ten fags that I only bought an hour ago Said well I I like the look of your shoes I like the way that your face looks when I’m arguing with you And so when, when we all grow old I hope this song will remind you that I’m not half as bad as bad as what You’ve been told And when I knock At one hundred and two And I see your pyjamas I can’t stop smiling at you And that’s why when We’re at the common again I’ve been pouring my heart out Towards your optimistic grin Said well I, I I like the cut of your jib I like the way that your face looks When you’re yapping on about him But on this shirt I found your smell And I just sat there for ages Contemplating what to do with myself Called you up At one hundred and two We just sat there for ages Talking about that boy What was getting onto you You
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