on the Beach
Joy Wellboy"on the Beach" ist ein Song von Joy Wellboy, 2013, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:43, 55 lines / 328 words.
Songtext
0:16Parts of me are dying
0:19When you are bad
0:22There will be nothing left inside
0:26But what you said
0:29Loving you is tiring
0:33When you play dead
0:36We can't be fullspeed all day long
0:39It would be mad
0:44But on the other hand
0:47On the beach with sand
0:51Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
0:54But you sort of stole my soul
0:57But on the other hand
1:00On the beach with sand
1:04Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
1:07But you sort of stole my soul
1:11You sort of stole my soul
1:17You sort of stole my soul
1:24You sort of stole my soul
1:31You sort of stole my soul
1:38You sort of stole my soul
1:44Your energy is sucking me
1:47I stay in bed
1:50I could have cut your hair instead
1:54But now you're mad
1:57You like the songs that I sing about
2:01Being sad
2:04And if a ten ton bus kills the both of us
2:07We would be dead
2:11But on the other hand
2:15On the beach with sand
2:19Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
2:22But you sort of stole my soul
2:25But on the other hand
2:28On the beach with sand
2:32Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
2:35But you sort of stole my soul
2:39Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
2:42Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
2:46Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb
2:49But you sort of stole my soul
2:52You sort of stole my soul
2:59You sort of stole my soul
3:06You sort of stole my soul
3:09You sort of stole my soul
3:12You sort of stole my soul
3:17You sort of stole my soul
3:19You sort of stole my soul
3:23You sort of stole my soul
3:26You sort of stole my soul
3:29You sort of stole my soul
3:33You sort of stole my soul
3:36You sort of stole my soul
3:39You sort of stole my soul
3:43You sort of stole my soul
Parts of me are dying When you are bad There will be nothing left inside But what you said Loving you is tiring When you play dead We can't be fullspeed all day long It would be mad But on the other hand On the beach with sand Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb But you sort of stole my soul But on the other hand On the beach with sand Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb But you sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul Your energy is sucking me I stay in bed I could have cut your hair instead But now you're mad You like the songs that I sing about Being sad And if a ten ton bus kills the both of us We would be dead But on the other hand On the beach with sand Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb But you sort of stole my soul But on the other hand On the beach with sand Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb But you sort of stole my soul Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb Maybe it's odd and perhaps it is dumb But you sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul You sort of stole my soul
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