Brightside - Next Time | Текст песни

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My life is not a poem
it's just a dreamer's dumb idea
for lack of a shorter word
it's like an onomatopoeia

So come to terms with what you can
because it's gone before you know it
my life is not a party
It's sort of like an omen

Rail a line coming to see you won't resolve
a bitter type coming to beat you up
is a small, small part

A tortoise that's forever on its back
Will always beg for slower races
but slow and steady doesn't hack
When rabbits have the cuter faces

Take a day, a break
polish all of your lucky pennies and throw them away

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