I can't see the wood for the trees
life is like a rollercoaster
I can't find the birds or the bees
hope they're down the back of my sofa
feeling like a rolling stone
playing the guitar on my own
I'm the apple of my eye
if only I could keep myself sober I'd remind myself why
they stare at me wherever I go (really?)
why won't everybody give over?
I wish I learn to play piano
if only I could keep myself sober for more than one day
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Rola la letra, por favor.
There you go
Gracias. Esta bueno el cover.
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