Get Some

I got a call from an old friend yesterday
He said he wanted to make a change of name
He was sick of faking
He was tired of waiting
It reminds to me in a certain way

We sat down and discussed about the good old days
We realized that we had a lot to make
But after two or three pints of beer
That inner fear just disappeared
Saw the light we got blind have a fag mate

Feel the weight of your age go and get some
Feel the weight of your age go and get some
See the truth through your eyes

So the night got a bite on us
And the curfew marked the end for us
And the cranes in the skyline
They were all like a big sign
We're closer to the end now

Feel the weight of your age go and get some
Feel the weight of your age go and get some
See the truth through your eyes

Feel the weight of your age go and get some
Feel the weight of your age go and get some
Feel the weight of your age go and get some
See the truth through your eyes



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Writer(s): Eduardo Xavier Pla Porras
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