Текст песни Bastille - Requiem for Blue Jeans

"Oh my God, Harry" Blue jeans, white shirt Walked into the room you know I made your eyes burn I was like James Dean, for sure I'm so fresh to death and sick as ca-ca-cancer I was sorta punk rock, you grew up on hip hop I fit you better than your favourite sweater You know that love is mean, love hurts You still remember that day we met in December, oh baby I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more than those bitches before Say you'll remember, say you'll remember Baby oh I will love you 'til the end of time Big dreams, gangster Said I had to leave to start my life over You were like: "No please, stay here"

We don't need no money we can make it all work But I headed out on Sunday, said I'd come home Monday You stayed up waitin', anticipatin', and pacin' But I was chasing paper "Caught up in the game" that was the last you heard Oh baby I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more than those bitches before Say you'll remember, say you'll remember Baby oh I will love you 'til the end of time I will love you 'til the end of time (You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve) I would wait a million years (And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground) Baby can you see through the tears? (You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve) Baby oh (And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground)

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