Tekster: Jim Croce. Bombs Over Puerto Rico. Just Another Day.
If it were just another day
You know I might have stayed
But I couldn't hang around
To be beaten to the ground
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
If I were just another guy
You know I might have tried
To fit into you schemes
And to have a plastic dream
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
It was just another lie
I couldn't swallow when I tried
Just enough to realize
I'd been pretendin' all the time
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
You know I might have stayed
But I couldn't hang around
To be beaten to the ground
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
If I were just another guy
You know I might have tried
To fit into you schemes
And to have a plastic dream
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
It was just another lie
I couldn't swallow when I tried
Just enough to realize
I'd been pretendin' all the time
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time
Jim Croce
Bombs Over Puerto Rico
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