[537] Nightcore (Darkhaus) - Son Of A Gun | Текст песни

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• Son Of A Gun

Nightcored by Rock Goes Nightcore:
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Nightcore mixes:
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Lyrics:

Red wine, Sunshine

Take time to taste the change of the seasons
I wish I could feel but I hear what you're saying

You let time pass by

And never stop to wonder why there's a reason
That this is all just a game that we're playing

Hey young blood
Look at me
I'm a real big wheel
Spinnin' free
So don't ask me ten times
How it feels to be number one
I'm just a son of a gun
Big time
Bigger places
There's warm sunshine
Smiling faces
I climb so high
Maybe as fast as you run
I'm just a son of a gun

Hard times, Hate crimes
Rewind to find just a bastion of hope
That ceases to put our existence in question

Big sky, We fly

We're high on atmospheric conditions
Conditions we shall overcome as we're flying

Hey young blood
Look at me
I'm a real big wheel
Spinnin' free
So don't ask me ten times
How it feels to be number one
I'm just a son of a gun
Big time
Bigger places
There's warm sunshine
Smiling faces
I climb so high
Maybe as fast as you run
I'm just a son of a gun x5

Hey young blood
Look at me
I'm a real big wheel
Spinnin' free
So don't ask me ten times
How it feels to be number one
I'm just a son of a gun
Big time
Bigger places
There's warm sunshine
Smiling faces
I climb so high
Maybe as high as the sun
I'm just a son of a gun x5

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