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A bag full of stories, its all I have got
But Im not onhappy, oh no I am not
Live out of a suitcase, but i like it a lot
A bag full of stories, its all I have got
A bag full of stories, its all I can give
I travelled a sink, cause thats how I live
Maybe well make it, maybe we wont
But as long as I play, I dont care if we dont
A bag full of stories, tears of my life
Inprisomned in music, my way to survive
You may take my money, oh yes take it all
But you cant get my spirit, my music and soul
She give me back the key to my front door
Another girl said goodbye, never last one for sure
I never bought her presents, I know that its bad
I fought on the road, report was all she could get
From sidney to rome, my minds all alone
Im waiting, Im waiting
From L.A. to colone, my minds all alone
Im waiting, Im waiting to catch the bus home
A bag full of stories, its all I have got
But Im not onhappy, oh no I am not
Live out of a suitcase, but i like it a lot
A bag full of stories, its all I have got
My social life sucks, and Im to blame
Im married to music, some say thats a shame
It takes me to places, no tourist will find
And even if I dont have the time, Ill forever remind
From sidney to rome, my minds all alone
Im waitin, Im waitin
From L.A. to colone, my minds all alone
Im waitin, Im waitin
From sidney to rome, my minds all alone
Im waitin, Im waitin
From L.A. to colone, my minds all alone
Im waitin, Im waitin to catch the bus home
To catch the bus home