CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Twenty Long Years

I've a tale to, to tell you
But the prose just makes me slow
But I guess maybe I'll just go

There’s a method to my madness
There’s a secret to this town
There’s a reason why I’m still living here
Though I can’t think of it right now

I made a promise when I left for coast
Twenty long years ago
I made a life out of chasing a ghost
Twenty years takes its toll

I got along for a while I guess
But it took everything I had
I gotta find a way out of this mess
I’m in trouble and it sure looks bad

I gotta find a way out of this mess
I’m in trouble and it surе looks bad
I gotta find a way out of this mess
I went looking and it drove mе mad

I gotta find a way out of this mess
I’m in trouble and it sure looks bad
I gotta find a way a way out of this mess
I ain’t never seen you look so sad