Текст песни Buckcherry - Related
Buckcherry - Related слова песни
Moving out I found some picturesof places and past timesRemember how we got throughthose moments of being foolsTo past the days when the passion playsI love to dance the stageAnd thought the fights we have changedour lives, we`re stillRelated and know the truthAnd I`m, well I`m still relatedYeah I`m still related, and everybodyhas got the grooveThe night crowd pays the rent nowthat your playing an instrumentAnd underneath the car little John gothis hands on a harpNow we`re sleeping the daysand our past life plays as we face the stageAnd through the fightswe have changed our lives, we`re stillRelated and know the truthAnd I`m, well I`m still relatedYeah I`m still related, and everybodyHas got the grooveAnd I`m, well I`m still relatedYeah I`m still relatedIn the crowd all around youWhy don`t you come with meget off your ass and leave your ego at the doorYou can always stay out lateIt`s a different place we`re just findingour way to the showAnd I`m, well I`m still relatedYeah I`m still related, and everybodyHas got the grooveAnd I`m, well I`m still relatedyeah I`m still relatedIn the crowd I will find youWell I`m still related....