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14 Washburn Street

Sture Zetterberg

14 Washburn Street

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Memory’s all I got
Like an afterthought
What we felt and said
Red wine in your bed

On the naked floor
Behind that gated door
Always so discreet
On 14 Washburn Street

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Hold me to your chest
There I like it best
In this catacomb
Where it feels like home

You showed how you were mine
We laughed and took our time
Where the walls don’t speak
On 14 Washburn Street

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Oh, ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
On 14 Washburn Street

14 Washburn Street

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Memória é tudo que tenho
Como uma reflexão tardia
O que sentimos e dissemos
Vinho tinto na sua cama

No chão nu
Atrás daquela porta fechada
Sempre tão discreto
Na 14 Washburn Street

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Me segure no seu peito
Lá eu gosto mais
Nesta catacumba
Onde se sente em casa

Você mostrou como você era minha
Nós rimos e levamos nosso tempo
Onde as paredes não falam
Na 14 Washburn Street

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
14 Washburn Street
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Oh ooh
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Na 14 Washburn Street

Composição: Sture Zetterberg