Paroles de Slowly, It's Coming Back
Oh what a famous night but what a shameThe cops got called and told us to behave
But I don't mind if nothing went to waste
Memories are everything when couple's getting made
And from childish misbehaving comes the games that adults play
And I could not recall what made me feel like that
But slowly, it is coming back
And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
But luck's such a funny thing: you think you've missed the gold
When slowly, it is coming back
And I was saving for some crazy rich kid clown
In a time when the verb "to work" had become an improper noun
And everything I did just dragged me down
From allegiance and obedience comes this feeling I've been drowned
And from juvenile delinquents came the gangs that run this town
And I could not recall what made me feel like that
But slowly, it is coming back
And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
But luck's such a funny thing: you think you've missed the gold
When slowly, it is coming back
And you were like a baby in a politician's arms
I'm the floating photo that your innocence disarms 'Cause it's feeling like a kid again that kept bad times at bay
And from some infantile and holding comes the way I feel today
And I could not recall what made me feel like that
But slowly, it is coming back
And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
But luck's such a funny thing: you think you've missed the gold
When slowly, it is coming back
But slowly, it is coming back
And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
But luck's such a funny thing: you think you've missed the gold
When slowly, it is coming back
And I was saving for some crazy rich kid clown
In a time when the verb "to work" had become an improper noun
And everything I did just dragged me down
From allegiance and obedience comes this feeling I've been drowned
And from juvenile delinquents came the gangs that run this town
And I could not recall what made me feel like that
But slowly, it is coming back
And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
But luck's such a funny thing: you think you've missed the gold
When slowly, it is coming back
And you were like a baby in a politician's arms
I'm the floating photo that your innocence disarms 'Cause it's feeling like a kid again that kept bad times at bay
And from some infantile and holding comes the way I feel today
And I could not recall what made me feel like that
But slowly, it is coming back
And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
But luck's such a funny thing: you think you've missed the gold
When slowly, it is coming back
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