Letras:
Simon Paul Old

like bookends A newspaper blowin' through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old

Down the decades every war Summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say man you're old Getting old Old Getting old

Tradução: Simon, Paul. Viejos amigos.

Down the decades every war Summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And say man you're old Getting old Old Getting old

babygirl Yo, i've heard it before, so save all the cliches, i really can't belieive there's no talent around theses days, jay sean with the same old

Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That

be back home Home is where I want to be I've been on the road so long my friend that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree its the same old

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that

your ass done, it don't matter what it cost We floss that blue, do it for the crew Old school Caddy, or the new slabs too Paul Wall what it do? Who Mike