You Blew It!
the fifties
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I've stowed away everything in boxes and old spaces
Trying to keep my senses.
The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in the front seat,
Faking a life in the fifties.
It's not that I lied, it's just hard to say that I tried.
I just think that it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes.
The only place I want to be is listening to Elvis in the front seat,
Faking a life in the fifties.
I just think that it's about time that I stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes.
Just like your brown eyes.
Just like your brown eyes.