The 3 Kids In Brooklyn歌词
Butch Walker - The 3 Kids In Brooklyn
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Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls
To find myself a few more just like me
The options pretty skinny and the order’s pretty tall
To swim the hippest waters in the sea
Somewhere in the sticky city driving back and forth
I found myself a squat in Williamsburg
Nobody seemed the same sincerely this could be a curse
But everyone’s the same with different shirts
I’m not sure what part about me they can’t understand
No one’s really from here,
they just all pretend that’s what they’ve been about
Those three kids left in Brooklyn sure know how to spin me out
I see a guy named Ian every morning at the store
Always dissing something with his eyes
He always wears a sweater even in the warmest weather
He’s not afraid to say what he despised
But I did a little