Maps (Vintage 1970s Soul Cover) (исполнитель: Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox ft Morgan Jame)
I miss the days to the sweet lie I miss the conversation I’m such a fool of song tonight I’m changing of all the stations I like to think did we had it all We drove 'em out to the better days But I’m [bad word] I’m super fun Oh baby why did [bad word] away I was there for you In you darkest times I was there for you In your darkest nights But I wonder where were you When I was at my worst Down on my knees And instead of my having back So I wonder where were you All the worse you took came back to me So I’m following the map that leads to you The map that leads to you And nothing I can do The map that leads to you Following, following, following to you The map that leads to you And nothing I can do The map that leads to you Following, following, following I hear your voice at my sleeping night Hard to resist temptation Cause all the [bad word] over me Now I can’t get over you No I can’t get over you I was there for you In you darkest times I was there for you In your darkest nights But I wonder where were you When I was at my worst Down on my knees And instead of my having back So I wonder where were you All the worse you took came back to me So I’m following the map that leads to you The map that leads to you And nothing I can do The map that leads to you Following, following, following to you The map that leads to you And nothing I can do The map that leads to you Oh oh oh Yeah yeah Oh oh Oh oh Oh I was there for you Oh In you darkest times Oh I was there for you Oh In your darkest nights Oh I was there for you Oh In you darkest times Oh I was there for you Oh In your darkest nights But I wonder where were you When I was at my worst Down on my knees And instead of my having back So I wonder where were you All the worse you took came back to me So I’m following the map that leads to you The map that leads to you And nothing I can do The map that leads to you Following, following, following to you The map that leads to you And nothing I can do The map that leads to you Following, following, following