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80's Through the 50's Lyrics
Miles away and I can't seem to shake
The smell of your car in 2003
Me sharing bad tunes (?), stale smoke and junk food
Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away
Staying the same just makes everything change
I'm plowing right through
Friends I don't talk to
Seasons seem to see me
Sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
And I'll count down the days
Just like I count down before I go away
Trying to get used to not being there with you
Seasons seem to see me
Sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
We got tktktk on Saturday
my hands in my pockets
walking in circles
I don't know the tktktk
It's one thing to grow old, but I'm tktktk
Cause nobody needs me
Nobody needs me
Nobody needs me, the way that I need you
Seasons seem to see me
Sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
The smell of your car in 2003
Me sharing bad tunes (?), stale smoke and junk food
Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away
Staying the same just makes everything change
I'm plowing right through
Friends I don't talk to
Sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
Just like I count down before I go away
Trying to get used to not being there with you
Sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
my hands in my pockets
walking in circles
Nobody needs me
Nobody needs me, the way that I need you
Sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
When you see me sliding out of view
80's through the 50's, breezes make me think of you
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Submitted by
shaen On Aug 14, 2012
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Found the real lyrics! It's "beach air and bad tunes, stale smoke and junk food"
And the bridge is: "It got chilly this Saturday And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like "Oh no, I'm totally fucked." It's one thing to grow old But I'm collecting dust."
Found the real lyrics! It's "beach air and bad tunes, stale smoke and junk food"
And the bridge is: "It got chilly this Saturday And with my hands in my pockets I walked around in circles like "Oh no, I'm totally fucked." It's one thing to grow old But I'm collecting dust."