Paroles de la chanson Apologies Song par Zak Laughed
Auteurs: Boissau
Compositeurs: Boissau
Editeurs: Sophiane Productions
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Paroles de la chanson Apologies Song par Zak Laughed
Apologies Song
Yes when I go to school I'm sometimes very lucky
Yes when I am in school I 'm often very happy
But I don't give a shit that I look so ugly
Yes I'm sure that I'm not very pretty
Yes when I am in class I look so tired
Yes when I go to home
I look so bored
But I'm not nervous
I'm just a child
But I'm not nervous
I'm just sad
Yes when I play music I am a little jerk
Yes when I go to school I'm sometimes very lucky
Yes when I am in school I 'm often very happy
But I don't give a shit that I look so ugly
Yes I'm sure that I'm not very pretty
Yes when I am in class I look so tired
Yes when I go to home
I look so bored
But I'm not nervous
I'm just a child
But I'm not nervous
I'm just sad
Yes when I play music I am a little jerk
But I feel like if I was stuck
And with my guitar I play all the time
And with my broken-voice I sing all the time
Yes when I go to school I am a happy clown
But I'm more quiet when I walk in the town
And in my ear we whisper me
That I have to clap my hand
And in my ear we whisper me
I never understand
But nobody tell me that I have to be fine
And I wonder what I have to do to shine
And when I sing my song I am in the kitchen
And when I sing my song I think it's fun
Now no I'm not a fuckin teenager
'Cause I know the thoughts of all the teachers
And with my guitar I play all the time
And with my broken-voice I sing all the time
Yes when I go to school I am a happy clown
But I'm more quiet when I walk in the town
And in my ear we whisper me
That I have to clap my hand
And in my ear we whisper me
I never understand
But nobody tell me that I have to be fine
And I wonder what I have to do to shine
And when I sing my song I am in the kitchen
And when I sing my song I think it's fun
Now no I'm not a fuckin teenager
'Cause I know the thoughts of all the teachers
But I'd like to be a broken-voice singer
And clap in my hands and put my dreams on paper
And clap in my hands and put my dreams on paper
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