Paroles de la chanson Crap That Gets in the Way of Your Dreams par Alice Cooper
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Paroles de la chanson Crap That Gets in the Way of Your Dreams par Alice Cooper
When I was sixteen, I got my first guitar
I learned to play it in my mom's garage
I played it night and day and the years just flew away
And I'm still playing in that damn garage
But I never gave up, aook a rip from my bong
And the world passed me by and I wrote another song
About the crap that gets in the way of your dreams
Well, that's just how it seems
You work all your life, but you never succeed
And you don't get what you need
I learned to play it in my mom's garage
I played it night and day and the years just flew away
And I'm still playing in that damn garage
But I never gave up, aook a rip from my bong
And the world passed me by and I wrote another song
About the crap that gets in the way of your dreams
Well, that's just how it seems
You work all your life, but you never succeed
And you don't get what you need
And ain't it a crime when you don't have a dime to show? Oh, oh, oh
And now I'm sixty-five and, yeah, I'm still alive
But I ain't seen my wife in quite a while
She may be dead upstairs or maybe she just don't care
About my music or my laundry pile
Was I wasting my life? Were they right all along?
Should I bury my wife or just write another song?
About the crap that gets in the way of your dreams
Well, that's just how it seems
You work all your life, but you never succeed
And you don't get what you need
And now I'm sixty-five and, yeah, I'm still alive
But I ain't seen my wife in quite a while
She may be dead upstairs or maybe she just don't care
About my music or my laundry pile
Was I wasting my life? Were they right all along?
Should I bury my wife or just write another song?
About the crap that gets in the way of your dreams
Well, that's just how it seems
You work all your life, but you never succeed
And you don't get what you need
And ain't it a crime when you don't have a dime to show? Oh, oh, oh
And ain't it a crime when you don't have a dime to show? Oh, no
Crap that gets in the way of your dreams
Well, that's just how it seems
Crap that gets in the way of your dreams
The crap that get in the way of your dreams
And ain't it a crime when you don't have a dime to show? Oh, no
Crap that gets in the way of your dreams
Well, that's just how it seems
Crap that gets in the way of your dreams
The crap that get in the way of your dreams
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