Paroles de la chanson Everything Must Go par Taking Back Sunday
Compositeurs: Matthew A. Rubano,Adam Burbank Lazzara,Mark O'connell,Matthew Fazzi,Edward Reyes
Editeurs: Warner Chappell Music France,Theres A Party In My Tummy, Inc.
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Paroles de la chanson Everything Must Go par Taking Back Sunday
We found a house with a yard
And moved all of my things in
And most of your things in.
And honey I was proud of it.
Honey I was proud of you.
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
Some boxes, that
Hand-me-down couch and chair
That used to be at your church
And moved all of my things in
And most of your things in.
And honey I was proud of it.
Honey I was proud of you.
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
Some boxes, that
Hand-me-down couch and chair
That used to be at your church
We borrowed them from there.
A cabinet, record player with nothing but James Taylor,
Tore the carpets from the corners to put in that hardwood floor.
I'd be a fool to have asked for more...
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
A cabinet, record player with nothing but James Taylor,
Tore the carpets from the corners to put in that hardwood floor.
I'd be a fool to have asked for more...
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
The love you had was good enough
The past that we were stuck between
But so much stuff must go tonight,
Oh Lord, what have I done?
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
The love you had was good enough
The past that we were stuck between
But so much stuff must go tonight,
Oh Lord, what have I done?
You quote the Good Book
When it's convenient
But you don't have the sense
No you don't have the sense
To tie your tangled tongue.
Instead you're slashing through the mud.
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