Tekst Utworu

Yeah, yeah, yeah Ow Ha Were the outsiders looking lost like hounds in the street Got loving, living how you want it Nothing else matters to me Rough friends tall cans Yeah We were the young punks living free (Got loving, living how you want it) Ralls your guns at the revelry (Got loving, living how you want it) One for the sun coming up in the street And for the nights for we never sleep Heres to the ones still living free Were shack shaking law breakong we aint calling police Got loving living how you want it Gotta get off your knees Rough hands tall cans We were the young punks living free (Got loving, living how you want it) Ralls your guns at the revelry (Got loving, living how you want it) One for the sun coming up in the street And for the nights for we never sleep Heres to the ones still living free We were the young punks living free (Got loving, living how you want it) Ralls your guns at the revelry (Got loving, living how you want it) One for the sun coming up in the street And for the nights for we never sleep Heres to the ones still living free
Writer(s): Dylan Kirouac Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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