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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Budapest
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
John Victor Samuel Garrison
Autoría
Letra
Is this the best it gets
Before I'm laid to rest?
When I am through the gates
With old acquaintances
Embroidering the truth
Will stories be from pre-today
Or from an archive yet to make?
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view
We've all a story to sell
We've all a lie that we tell
And it goes on and on, and on and on
Is this the best it gets?
Could be surprises yet
When I become the subject of ancestors
Faded photograph, no name
A beacon or a burden
Guiding light, helpful or plain insane
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view
We've all a story to sell
We've all a lie that we tell
And it goes on and on, and on and on..
Oh, disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view
We've all a story to sell
We've all a lie that we tell
And it goes on and on, and on and on and on and...
(Disappointed, disillusioned)
And on, and on, and on
(Disappointed, disillusioned)
And on
Is this the best it gets?
Written by: John Victor Samuel Garrison
