Lefthanded Dreamer Songtext
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Lefthanded Dreamer Songtext
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
Your head is full of Rock n roll
Your hands are full of dough
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
You have to make a name for yourself
Choose the right book from the shelf
You left your first love
And you found a new one
On saturdays you meet the boys
To hang out in bars
First time drunk
First time seeing double
I get a coughing fit from the first cigarette
First night away
First time in the mood to try out different things
First time sex
First time at a festival
Relationships that don′t last long
Severely dazed in a telephon box
The fallen angel's call
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
Why don′t you start a band
With real instruments?
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
There's a former gravel pit hut
A suitable space to start
Just buy an old drumkit
And a cheap amplifier
And trade your soccer shoes
For a microphone
My cousin drums
My brother strums the strings
I try to sing my part
To my great joy my parents give me my first electric guitar
Who plays the keys and who plays with us?
We find someone and we learn fast
For the right inspiration we dig in the past
Lefthanded dreamer
Your head is full of Rock n roll
Your hands are full of dough
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
You have to make a name for yourself
Choose the right book from the shelf
You left your first love
And you found a new one
On saturdays you meet the boys
To hang out in bars
First time drunk
First time seeing double
I get a coughing fit from the first cigarette
First night away
First time in the mood to try out different things
First time sex
First time at a festival
Relationships that don′t last long
Severely dazed in a telephon box
The fallen angel's call
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
Why don′t you start a band
With real instruments?
Dear adolescence boy
Lefthanded dreamer
There's a former gravel pit hut
A suitable space to start
Just buy an old drumkit
And a cheap amplifier
And trade your soccer shoes
For a microphone
My cousin drums
My brother strums the strings
I try to sing my part
To my great joy my parents give me my first electric guitar
Who plays the keys and who plays with us?
We find someone and we learn fast
For the right inspiration we dig in the past
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