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John Reuben - Pataskala Lyrics

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  • Bright and early in the morning and my day's on track
  • Hot coffee in the kitchen? Okay, I'll take it black.
  • 66 degrees with a comfortable breeze,
  • I guess every now and then you get days like these.
  • And I'm thankful, hit the city streets grateful,
  • We're livin' life to the upmost while we're young and able.
  • While others fable about where they come from,
  • We got nothing to hide, we're far from stardom.
  • Chorus:
  • P-A-T-A-S-K-A-L-A, O-H-I-O
  • P-a (P-a), t-a (t-a), s-k (s-k), a-l-a
  • -repeat-
  • We never did anything in that place, just waste time,
  • Talkin' about what we'd do if givin the chance to.
  • You know, stupid things that we never live out,
  • It sure was cool for a moment to think about.
  • You could say just an innocent exaggeration,
  • Just some young adults have fun, by imagination,
  • But somehow we stretched ourselves and started livin' it.
  • Life is funny sometimes, isn't it?
  • We're in the sky on the plane over European terrain,
  • Lookin' down to the ground we watched the earth change.
  • At night in the car over looked by afar,
  • Thinkin' to ourselves, none of this is really ours.
  • Perspective changes, we could never claim this
  • Life, Yahweh spoke and showed us what our aim is.
  • Something that wasn't alive by heartbeat and breath,
  • And something that's not left with bone and flesh.
  • Chorus
  • Life is too short to sweat the minimal,
  • And things that once seemed simple now seem valuble.
  • Like the simple satisfaction of being content,
  • And the simple satisfaction in the time we spent.
  • I value everything our friendship meant,
  • Even though you never paid me back the money I lent.
  • Speakin' of which, the other day, your mom I saw her,
  • I had to tell her Scott Bellows still owed me 50 dollars.
  • Chorus
  • (In Background)
  • This one goes out to the one we know,
  • From Kid Flow to Fourth Avenue,
  • Mr. Scott Bellows
  • -repeat-
  • I'm wantin' all heads to break up.
  • Open ears to listen,
  • Scott Bellows is the fellow with the grand design and 'vention.
  • Reuben asked me to throw in a twenty second verse,
  • I have a rhyme and some time,
  • But oh well, what could it hurt.
  • Out of style, out of practice,
  • Out of touch and out of taste,
  • I started thinkin' to the days of the showcase.
  • So I set off to explorer the store of lyrics in my head,
  • But for hours I got nothin', and I wrote this instead.
  • (Note: This should be right. The only part I'm not exactly
  • sure about is the last part, after the song ends.)

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