PICKLE OF LIFE
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
LOTS OF FUN AND LOTS OF FIGHTS…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
SHE WAS RIGHT OR I WAS RIGHT…
EVERYDAY MORNING OLD SAME FIGHT…
I DON’T WANT HER OUT OF MY SIGHT…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
SOME NEW ISSUES SOME NEW TALKS…
THEN DECIDED LETS HAVE A WALK…
HITTING EACH OTHER BUT NOT TO HURT…
SAME LOVE AND OLD SAME BITES…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
PEOPLE SAY WE MADE FOR EACH OTHER…
BUT PEOPLE DON’T INCLUDE HER FATHER…
THINKING OF THIS AGAIN WE SAID GOOD NIGHT…
PRETENDED AGAIN LIKE THINGS WERE ALRIGHT…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
WHAT SHE LOST, WHAT I’VE GAINED…
THIS WAS SOMETHING I WASN’T BEEN TRAINED…
WE WERE TOURIST BUT WITHOUT THE GUIDE…
ITS WAS MY FATE I WAS TAKING A RIDE…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
THEN SHE LEFT WITHOUT THE TRACE…
NO ONE IS THERE NOW TO EMBRACE…
FLYING AROUND LIKE UNCONTROLLED KITE…
IT CUTS MY HEART BUT WITHOUT KNIFE…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
NOW IM HERE THINKING OF HER…
IT’S A STORY OF MY LIFE, YES SIR…
SHE SAID IT ONCE AND I NEVER UNDERSTOOD
WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS FOR GOOD…
I WAS RIGHT OR SHE WAS WISE…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
LET’S TASTE THE PICKLE OF LIFE…
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