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Wasted (Wyclef Remix)
作詞:Nicolas Hudson, Joseph James Pepper, William Will Pugh, Kevin Sanders
Cartel so wasted, Wyclef so wasted It's the way the world is going, mama We might never get to see the future
It's 2:45, the baby takes his first breath The mother never knew he only had a few left And the father gets a call in the middle of the night His breath gets short and his chest gets tight
But he's sixteen and he's driving too fast Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right Nobody in the car would've died that night
But he's thirty-two and invincible The cancer he had, it was visceral He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole life Sick in the morning and he died in the night
We're wasted, no, no, no We're all wasted We're wasted, no, no We're all wasted
He's seven years old, got his bat in his hand 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 He's looking for his father and he doesn't understand 'Cause dad's too busy, got some deals on the way His son sits alone as the children play
And he's eighteen, he couldn't wait to move out His parents wonder what all the rush is about They never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs Wonders why he doesn't call and why he doesn't care
But he's thirty-two and invincible With everything he is based on principle He never had a truly happy moment in his life He didn't want the kids and he didn't want his wife
We're wasted, no, no, no We're all wasted We're wasted, no, no We're all wasted
We're wasted We're all wasted We're all wasted, no, no We're all wasted
Manhattan, Twin Towers Nuclear North Korea, bloodshed in Iraq [Incomprehensible]screaming send the troops back Turn the microphone up, you gotta hear the feedback No more war, too many wasted
Twenty-three now, got his life in his hands He's looking all around and he doesn't understand 'Cause life's too busy, things get in the way We all feel alone every single day
And at eighteen, couldn't wait to move out It's been five years and now I'm starting to doubt Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares Looking up to some place that isn't there
When I'm thirty-two will I be miserable? With everything around based on principle? Will I have a clue? Oh, wouldn't it be nice To never be alone in this wasted life?
We're wasted, no, no, no We're all wasted We're wasted, no, no We're all wasted
We're wasted We're all wasted We're all wasted, no, no We're all wasted
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