The place I know is several days away What I say I'm bound to Is try and beat my old score What I do is now Being in what is bearing out What in itself, in itself Pull in its wealth
In vain, square time Is trying to be inside itself
Your friend did something that put me on fire It sure could, it sure would Put this kind of kid We're up on some kind of hill Where we ended up 'Cause your friend did something that put me on fire
A kid like you could never understand And men like me are never understood, then A kid like you could never understand A kid like you could never understand that
Compositor: Charles Arthur Russell (Arthur Russell) (ASCAP)Editor: Another Audika (ASCAP)Administração: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #20505488 em 14/Mai/2024