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Everything Flows
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Pop
Everything Flows dirilis pada 20 November 2003 oleh Parlophone Poland sebagai bagian dari album Nieprzyzwoite Piosenki
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Tanggal Rilis20 November 2003
LabelParlophone Poland
BahasaEnglish
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM118

Lirik

Last time when I was standing here
It was summer 1991
I had flowers in my long blonde hair
And the sparks dancing in my eyes
I was crazy about this gorgeous boy
He looked like James Dean on his motorbike
We thought that love was just holding hands
And watching the moon at night
And then the autumn came
And all the colors changed
What I'd seen in him
I couldn't see again
'Cause everything flows
And nothing stands still
Everything flows
And always will
Last time I was walking down the street
I felt the burning rage against this world
I had stones in my pockets
I was ready to fight in the name of broken souls
I didn't eat meat, I fed homeless cats
I was deeply in touch with the Holy Ghost
I believed everything depended on me
When I sang my protest songs
The day I realized
I couldn't save the earth
Went to the nearest bar
And had a big fat stare
'Cause everything flows
And nothing stands still
Everything flows
And always will
Today I just smile when I look at my past
By now I've learned to take life as it comes
I have no expectations, I dream carefully
Under this stellar city sky
I've lost my illusions along the way
Now I've found it's smart to trust my eyes
'Cause what I see might not be real
I know my instincts can't lie
I live from day to day
Grateful for what I've got
I've been reconciled
To the saddest fact
That everything flows
And nothing stands still
Everything flows
And always will
Time, time, time, you're the greatest thief
How come you always get away with things?
People blame people for each change and every loss
When it's all your fault
That everything flows
And nothing stands still
Everything flows
And always will
'Cause everything flows
And nothing stands still
Everything flows
And always will
Written by: Anita Lipnicka
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