LYRIC

I've stowed away everything
In boxes and old spaces
Trying to keep my senses
The only place i want to be
Is listening to elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
It's not that i lied
It's just hard to say that i tried
Ohh…
I just think that it's about time
That i stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
The only place i want to be is listening
To elvis in the front seat
Faking a life in the fifties
Ohh…
I just think that it's about time that i stopped
Falling for every beautiful set of brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes
Just like your brown eyes

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