Minus Two Songtext
von Fishboy
Minus Two Songtext
In 1981 I was minus two
dreaming of the things I was gonna do
when I got up the nerve to exit out the womb
I'd open up my mouth and I'd be singing to the room
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
and every single day until a day last week
when I closed my eyes I would be singing in my sleep
picture perfect songs for all the world to keep
but when I raised my head I thought I'd never sang a
la-la-la-la-la-la-la
and now the day is over just as it begun
so lets all sing the song for things that we have done
and things we haven't done
in 1991 when I was only eight
my father sat me down and said someday
you will write a song a song so great
it will save the lone star state
so here's a tape recorder
here's a microphone
chronicle the songs
you sing when you're alone
and thank the lord above
for the gift he's bestowed
now open up your mouth
and sing until you're old
la-la-la-la-la-la
but expectations are so high
and so I never go outside
I sit inside my room
I write a song and hit record
on a portastudio 424 it's true
it's all I do
in twenty zero six I am twenty two
dreaming of the things I am gonna do
when I get up the nerve to exit out my room
I'll open up my mouth and I'll be singing to ya
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
dreaming of the things I was gonna do
when I got up the nerve to exit out the womb
I'd open up my mouth and I'd be singing to the room
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
and every single day until a day last week
when I closed my eyes I would be singing in my sleep
picture perfect songs for all the world to keep
but when I raised my head I thought I'd never sang a
la-la-la-la-la-la-la
and now the day is over just as it begun
so lets all sing the song for things that we have done
and things we haven't done
in 1991 when I was only eight
my father sat me down and said someday
you will write a song a song so great
it will save the lone star state
so here's a tape recorder
here's a microphone
chronicle the songs
you sing when you're alone
and thank the lord above
for the gift he's bestowed
now open up your mouth
and sing until you're old
la-la-la-la-la-la
but expectations are so high
and so I never go outside
I sit inside my room
I write a song and hit record
on a portastudio 424 it's true
it's all I do
in twenty zero six I am twenty two
dreaming of the things I am gonna do
when I get up the nerve to exit out my room
I'll open up my mouth and I'll be singing to ya
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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