Letra de We're Still Living In The City - Beth Hart
Letra de canci�n de We're Still Living In The City de Beth Hart lyrics
We�re still living in the city
In a tiny rental made of wood
We�ve loved and we�ve lost friends
Time and time again
Like ripples in a stream quietly die
Every party�s got its pity
Especially when it�s time to go
Between the sun and all its moons
The biggest love I�ve found is in you
When you touch me it always makes me shine
And I am crazy �bout you baby tonight
Sometimes I just sit and listen
To the heart of that old hard working train
Ya know the one behind jimmy�s bar
Whistling by like a shooting star
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Its rhythm reminds me of the rain
And let�s go swimming in that river
I know it�s small and there�s some trash
Life don�t treat you like it should
But when it�s bad it�s still pretty good
I may be poor but I am rich on the inside
Cuz I am crazy �bout you baby tonight
We�re still living in the city
In a little house made from a tree
And I don�t really need a view
I�d rather climb up on top of you
Your pretty face never fails to get me high
And I�m still crazy �bout you baby after all this time
In a tiny rental made of wood
We�ve loved and we�ve lost friends
Time and time again
Like ripples in a stream quietly die
Every party�s got its pity
Especially when it�s time to go
Between the sun and all its moons
The biggest love I�ve found is in you
When you touch me it always makes me shine
And I am crazy �bout you baby tonight
Sometimes I just sit and listen
To the heart of that old hard working train
Ya know the one behind jimmy�s bar
Whistling by like a shooting star
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Its rhythm reminds me of the rain
And let�s go swimming in that river
I know it�s small and there�s some trash
Life don�t treat you like it should
But when it�s bad it�s still pretty good
I may be poor but I am rich on the inside
Cuz I am crazy �bout you baby tonight
We�re still living in the city
In a little house made from a tree
And I don�t really need a view
I�d rather climb up on top of you
Your pretty face never fails to get me high
And I�m still crazy �bout you baby after all this time