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Ode To The Mets

The Strokes

Up on his horse, up on his horse
Not gonna wake up here anymore
Listen one time, it's not the truth
It's just the story I tell to you

Easy to say, easy to do
But it's not easy, mainly for you
Hope that you find it, hope that it's good
Hope that you read the old thing that you should

Cuts you some slack at he sits back
Seizes you up, plans his attack
(Drums please, Fab)
I got it on, I got it all
Waiting for me out on the street

And now you gotta do something special for me
I'm gonna say what's on my mind
Then I'll walk out, then I'll feel fine

And among the years fall my old ear is back
I will not show my teeth too quick
I needed you there, I needed you there
I didn't know, I didn't know
Hello, hello, hello

Back from his trip, he's at the door
When he gets back, waits on his phone
Innocent hi, innocent hi
No, it's not wrong but it's not bye

Yeah, as we, you like your own sister
Forgot the words and that
Innocent time out on his own
Not gonna do that, fuck I'm out of control

I was just bored playing the guitar
Learn all your tricks, wasn't too hard
Yeah, as we, you like your own sister
Forgot the words and that
It was probably none of that

I'm coming in
And all of the loves that I can't recall
I found out the two were not good back

Old time long forgotten
The old way at the side of
The [?]
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Old friend not forgotten
The old way at the bottom of the ocean
It's not a bottle, it's only a beholder
Yes I've seen the writing behind all- at the old way at the side of
Mistaken, nobody's doing
Their own play other way

Composição: Julian Casablancas, Fabrizio Moretti, Albert Jr. Hammond, Nikolai Fraiture, Nick Valensi





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