paroles de chanson Keasbey Nights - Catch 22
It
was
the
summer
of
′95
(so
what?!),
In
the
backyard,
shaving
the
old
plies.
Feeling
so
strong,
something
went
wrong.
Straight
into
my
finger,
what
a
stinger,
it
was
so
long.
I
still
remember
that
day,
Like
the
day
that
I
said
that
I
swear,
"I'll
never
hurt
myself
again",
But
it
seems
that
I′m
deemed
to
be
wrong,
To
be
wrong,
to
be
wrong.
So
i've
got
to
keep
holding
on...
They
always
played
a
slow
song.
When
they
come
for
me,
I'll
be
sitting
at
my
desk,
With
a
gun
in
my
hand,
wearing
a
bulletproof
vest.
Singing
"my,
my,
my,
how
the
time
does
fly,
When
you
know
you′re
going
to
die
by
the
end
of
the
night."
I
still
remember
when
we
were
young
and
fragile
then.
No
one
gave
a
shit
about
us
because
times
were
tougher
then.
Feeling
so
good,
cruising
the
hood;
Straight
into
the
real
world,
rich
kids
never
understood.
But
I
don′t
care.
I
can
fade
away
to
anywhere.
Don't
stop
because
you
might
get
dropped
and
if
You
do
who′s
going
to
pick
you
up.
Well
I
won't...
they
always
played
a
slow
song.
When
they
come
for
me,
I′ll
be
sitting
at
my
desk,
With
a
gun
in
my
hand,
wearing
a
bulletproof
vest.
Singing
"my,
my,
my,
how
the
time
does
fly,
When
you
know
you're
going
to
die
by
the
end
of
the
night."
When
they
come
for
me,
I′ll
be
sitting
at
my
desk,
With
a
gun
in
my
hand,
wearing
a
bulletproof
vest.
My,
my,
my,
how
the
time
does
fly,
When
you
know
you're
going
to
die
by
the
end
of
the
night.
(3
times)
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