A Short History Lesson Songtext
von Less Than Jake
A Short History Lesson Songtext
Good morning students!
The story opens
Right
Where
I knew it would end
It′s repeating over, stuck in my past tense
So I
Stop
Wait
And face today
I gotta pull it apart, so I can push it away
I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less
I can′t think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me
I won't talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history
The story closes
Right
Here
It′s over again
It′s repeating over, like it never began
So I
Stop
Look
At all I've done, and I′m feeling like I'm stuck on page one
I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I′ve been wanting more but winding up with less
I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me
I won′t talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history
I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me
I won′t talk about it
But I admit to say
It′s been a short piece of history
I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less
The story opens
Right
Where
I knew it would end
It′s repeating over, stuck in my past tense
So I
Stop
Wait
And face today
I gotta pull it apart, so I can push it away
I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less
I can′t think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me
I won't talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history
The story closes
Right
Here
It′s over again
It′s repeating over, like it never began
So I
Stop
Look
At all I've done, and I′m feeling like I'm stuck on page one
I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I′ve been wanting more but winding up with less
I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me
I won′t talk about it
But I admit to say
It's been a short piece of history
I can't think about it
On every single day
A quick decline coming over me
I won′t talk about it
But I admit to say
It′s been a short piece of history
I was born and raised alone and on the edge
I've been wanting more but winding up with less
Writer(s): Rogerio Manganelli, Peter Wasilewski, Louis Schaub, Vincent Fiorello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com