Verse 1. Hey. It's been a while since we've talked. I see you made it all the way to "Track9". So thanks. For listening to all my thoughts. I used to give 'em to you straight. But now you wait for
can't do it anymore. I mean, make records I'm an English boy, I was brought up right. Hold me down and I will bite. I know no fear, I serve with joy. I'm proud to be here an English boy I feel like a
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when. To be English is not to be baneful. To be
English boys really that much better?. Were the kisses worth the price we paid?. And if I take a chance, we could be together. But I don't know if all the love that you could give. Would take this pain
can't do it anymore. I mean, make records I'm an English boy, I was brought up right. Hold me down and I will bite. I know no fear, I serve with joy. I'm proud to be here an English boy I feel like a
eobsge. I sungan-e neol mid-eobwa. Naega ne yeop-e iss-eulge. Han beonppun-in yeol-ahob kkeut-eseo. 99 9teen 99 9teen u eh o. Geob-i nadeolado teullin geos-eun eobs-eo. My 9teen. You neowa hamkke iss-eo