Here it comes the unavoidable sun
Where's my head and what the hell have I done?
And you know, I don't remember a thing
I don't remember a thing

So I'm done, am I placating the notes?
Should I fault, cut off my tongue
So you say, apparently I'm digging it in
I can't feel a thing

And you've won so I go bury my head
In the ground yet I won't lose what I said
In the sound of the words and the note that it brings
No I can't feel a thing

Here it comes the unavoidable sum
Of what's just happened and what's been done
And you know, I don't remember a thing
I don't remember a thing

But it keeps on coming and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I stop
But it keeps on coming and I stop

But it keeps on coming and I just stand still
But it keeps on coming and I stop moving
But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming
But it keeps on coming and I stop

And it keeps on coming and I just stand still
But it keeps on coming and I stop
But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming
But it keeps on coming and I stop

And it keeps on coming and I just stand still
But it keeps coming and I just stop
So I stop running and I just stop
But it keeps on coming and I just stop moving
But it keeps on coming and it keeps on coming so I just stand still
But it keeps on coming and I just stand still

And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run

La canción fue subida el 3 de Septiembre de 2011 a las 17:47 horas. Consulta toda la información de The Naked And Famous en Alternative Volume.

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