Good Gifts Make You Sad
I never felt much like watching bad movies
Bad movies make me want to shout
But i wouldn't shout because i never feel like
Can't stand even just thinking about
I met with maggie to leave a bad memory
Tell her there was no good reason to frown
As long as nobody expects something of you
Trust me you won't let anyone down
So far things are not just as good as we planned
And I still have not figured out what they meant
What they meant
Stale rust and no farewell
He was taken away, he never came back
Don't think too much, makes sense having said
That every good gift in the end make you sad
Then when i left i took with me
All of the words that he said
And I still have not figured out what they meant
A long humble life will not make any difference
When death is around the corner
And youth comes to an end
And youth comes to an end
So far things are not just as good as we planned
And I still have not figured out what they meant
Stale rust and no farewell
He was taken away, he never came back
Don't think too much, makes sense having said
That every good gift in the end make you sad
Stale rust and no farewell
He was taken away, he never came back
Don't think too much, makes sense having said
That every good gift in the end make you sad
Bad movies make me want to shout
But i wouldn't shout because i never feel like
Can't stand even just thinking about
I met with maggie to leave a bad memory
Tell her there was no good reason to frown
As long as nobody expects something of you
Trust me you won't let anyone down
So far things are not just as good as we planned
And I still have not figured out what they meant
What they meant
Stale rust and no farewell
He was taken away, he never came back
Don't think too much, makes sense having said
That every good gift in the end make you sad
Then when i left i took with me
All of the words that he said
And I still have not figured out what they meant
A long humble life will not make any difference
When death is around the corner
And youth comes to an end
And youth comes to an end
So far things are not just as good as we planned
And I still have not figured out what they meant
Stale rust and no farewell
He was taken away, he never came back
Don't think too much, makes sense having said
That every good gift in the end make you sad
Stale rust and no farewell
He was taken away, he never came back
Don't think too much, makes sense having said
That every good gift in the end make you sad
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Writer(s): Riccardo Busolin
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