Texty piesní I'm from Barcelona

I'm from Barcelona

Mingus

You got a four wheel drive

You got a kid and a wife

You got a pretty little country house

You got a job you hate

You get home too late

Do you remember what we use to say?

Oh my God, I'll end up just like you

Oh my God, I'll end up just like you

I've got a way to live

That pulls me apart

Will I always have a broken heart?

And if I ever grow up

And if I give it a shot

Will I remember what we use to say?

Oh my God, she will be just like me

Oh my God, she will be just like me

In my heart, in my heart, still a kid

(Oh my God, she will be just like me)

In my heart, in my heart, still a kid

(Oh my God, she will be just like me)