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  • Текст песни Passafire - Rubber Bands

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    All stretched out like rubber bands,
    We didn't understand how flexible you have to be.
    We spin around like the blades on a fan boat
    Everglade Candles burning for eternity
    It might be in the way you say helloo
    We practice self control
    Even when we just want to let it go
    It's getting harder to be conscious of
    The tasket in my glove, gets tighter everyday around my hand

    Don't grow up like peter pan in never never land
    There's always something that you didn't plan
    And I'll grow up like a wicked man
    If you would lick the pan you should be ready for the consequences
    OOooohhh

    Were all stretched like rubber bands
    We didn't understand how very flexible you have to be.
    Spin around like the blades on a fan boat
    Everglade candles burning for eternity
    It might be in the way you say hello
    We practice self control
    Even when we just want to let it go.

    When the moon gets bigger in the night sky
    We use telescopes to figure the reasons why
    We feel alone in the universe
    Phone home but we here no words
    Coming through the receiversss
    There's not enough levverrrs (trill)
    Plenty takers, non believers
    But it's a lot more bearable
    Yeah it's a lot more bearable

    All stretched out like rubber bands
    We didn't understand how flexible you have to be.
    Spin around like the blades on a fan boat
    Everglade candles burning for eternity
    It might be in the way you say hello
    We practice self control
    Even when we just want to let it go.
    Getting harder to stay conscious of
    The tasket in my glove, gets tighter everyday around my hand.

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