The Wannadies
The Wannadies
The Wannadies
The Wannadies
The Wannadies
The Wannadies
The Wannadies
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The Wannadies
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The Wannadies
These are hard days my friend
Our salad days
Have come to an end
Picking up all these pieces
Isn't all that easy
But I won't cry
You know the reason why
I've got something to tell you
Some confession
I've got something to tell you
Some confession
Cowards laugh when they lie
While she's home wondering why
She's been given that cruel blow
They don't care at all
She doesn't know
What everybody knows
I've got something to tell you
Some confession
I've got something to tell you
Some confession
With calm in her eyes
I hear her say
If you don't come my way
I have to go away
And if I go away...
- What a sad day
I've got something to tell you
Some confession
I've got something to tell you
Some confession
With calm in her eyes
I hear her say
If you don't come my way
I can't stay