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2. Álvaro Soler - Manila (ft. Ray Dalton)
3. Álvaro Soler - A Contracorriente (ft. David Bisbal)
Bad Suns - Twenty years
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Dalszöveg
Stumble through a hallway,
Staying up for three days
Sitting in a walkway,
Parking in driveways, you can
Focus is a virtue
You know what you're allured to.
Every day is progress,
every day feels just the same.
She looked around.
How did I get here?
Twenty years goes by so fast.
How did I get here?
Doesn't even like cake,
lamenting on a birthday.
Two bed in a parlay.
A dreaming when her eyes aren't shut.
Looking in the mirror,
smiling at her fear.
Nothing really matters,
these eyes have so much to see.
She looked around.
How did I get here?
Twenty years goes by so fast.
How did I get here?
The home I know,
how do I get there?
Twenty years,
that's what it takes.
I know I'll be there.
Stumbled through a hallway,
staying up for three days.
Sitting in a walkway,
and parking driveways you can.
Focus is a virtue,
you know what you're allured to.
Every day is progress,
every day feels just the same.
She looked around.
How did I get here?
Twenty years goes by so fast.
How did I get here?
The home I know,
how do I get there?
Twenty years,
that's what it takes.
I know I'll be there.
Staying up for three days
Sitting in a walkway,
Parking in driveways, you can
Focus is a virtue
You know what you're allured to.
Every day is progress,
every day feels just the same.
She looked around.
How did I get here?
Twenty years goes by so fast.
How did I get here?
Doesn't even like cake,
lamenting on a birthday.
Two bed in a parlay.
A dreaming when her eyes aren't shut.
Looking in the mirror,
smiling at her fear.
Nothing really matters,
these eyes have so much to see.
She looked around.
How did I get here?
Twenty years goes by so fast.
How did I get here?
The home I know,
how do I get there?
Twenty years,
that's what it takes.
I know I'll be there.
Stumbled through a hallway,
staying up for three days.
Sitting in a walkway,
and parking driveways you can.
Focus is a virtue,
you know what you're allured to.
Every day is progress,
every day feels just the same.
She looked around.
How did I get here?
Twenty years goes by so fast.
How did I get here?
The home I know,
how do I get there?
Twenty years,
that's what it takes.
I know I'll be there.
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