制作

出演艺人
Tommy Warzecha
Tommy Warzecha
声乐
作曲和作词
Tommy Warzecha
Tommy Warzecha
词曲作者
制作和工程
Tommy Warzecha
Tommy Warzecha
制作人

歌词

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned Sitting so pretty, even though we suited up
Sweet suits but wiry pockets full of beads Can feel you watching us, tracing tracks beneath
Greece is a place, remember, summer holiday That's just to say that he met me finally, gently
We take what you need What's mine is yours, so give it to me, please
When you enter to the ice cream truck, jingle of keys
And the rain from the distinct British high street
Greener than an unripe cucumber, the chamomile of me shivering, timid
I'll wipe his nose off if he provokes me again, just like his memories
Good will hunting can recall no one Control the things that aren't controllable
Find things by looking, when you search you'll win a prize
Where can you find these childhood memories hiding
Suck it, cruel kid, lengthy, khaki, Dick Van Dyke
Learned all his lines in a few weeks, spent training tidy
Green as the evergreen, calling your bluff
And if it's good, what good does it do if I don't want to
Green as the evergreen, calling your bluff
And if it's good, what good does it do if I don't want to
Green as the evergreen, calling your bluff
Green as the evergreen, calling your bluff
Written by: Tommy Warzecha
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