Huaaaaa... i jut listened an old song from maroon5, "The sun" it's such a cool song.
You don't know how cool this song is untill you replay replay replay and keep replay this song... and you will find that the "throouuuuugghh" in 3rd part is damn :) ..
Here's the lyrics...
After school
Walking home
Fresh dirt under my fingernails
And I can smell hot asphalt
Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
And I cannnot remember what life was like through photographs
Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
And sometimes it's a sad song
Chorus:
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you
And take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama, I've been crying 'cause things aint how they used to be
She said the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
Now moving on
Down my street
See people I won't ever meet
Think of her
Take a breath
Feel the beat and the rhythm of my steps
And sometimes it's a sad song
Chorus
The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on, and on, and on, and on
Walking home
Fresh dirt under my fingernails
And I can smell hot asphalt
Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
And I cannnot remember what life was like through photographs
Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
And sometimes it's a sad song
Chorus:
But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you
And take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I've gone through
And mama, I've been crying 'cause things aint how they used to be
She said the battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun
Now moving on
Down my street
See people I won't ever meet
Think of her
Take a breath
Feel the beat and the rhythm of my steps
And sometimes it's a sad song
Chorus
The rhythm of her conversation
The perfection of her creation
The sex she slipped into my coffee
The way she felt when she first saw me
Hate to love and love to hate her
Like a broken record player
Back and forth and here and gone
And on, and on, and on, and on
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