Letras
I shake the apples from my family tree
So, when the autumn comes to take the leaves
We'll write history books from memories
That we shared and will forget
Well, I don't remember 2012
But I heard the world would turn to hell
And compared to that, well, I'm doing well
So, I pray to God it really did
Well, they always ask you not to leave
And I am as they remember me
So, when all my friends forget my name
No, I won't come back and be the same
No, I won't come back and be the same
Whoa-oh
And I'm going to be myself again