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I can't believe we're gettin' this old October is a blowin' in cold Put off all the bad advice And put on your leather coat Don't think about what you had That thinkin' only makes you sad Will my love fall back again Like an angel in the snow? I've got big, big dreams But I still ain't got no motorbike And there's no money from the likes of what I love And it seems, it seems Me and my friends won't make it through Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I'm thinking of City livin' isn't livin' quite right Scared of sitting at a traffic light Pretty pigeon ain't a pretty sight In a puddle, eatin' dirt Staring at a broken telephone Disconnected, and I feel alone Just tell me what I used to know And nobody here gets hurt Songtexte I've got big, big dreams But I still ain't got no motorbike And there's no money from the likes of what I love And it seems, it seems Me and my friends won't make it through Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I'm thinking of When it's the present we hate the past Everybody grows up too fast When I was looking through the looking glass I looked past being young Disappointment comes as you grow My generation's not a TV show And you can tell the fuckin' radio That our songs have not been sung I've got big, big dreams But I still ain't got no motorbike And there's no money from the likes of what I love And it seems, it seems Me and my friends won't make it through Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I'm thinking of I can't believe we're gettin' this old October is a blowin' in cold Put off all the bad advice And put on your leather coat Aus Songtexte Mania