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nostalgia / ultra

November Ultra

nostalgia / ultra

Memories on postcards
Feelings took me off-guard
But it’s alright
It’s gonna be alright

Memories on postcards
Feelings took me off-guard
But I'ma be alright
I'm gonna be alright

Nostalgia of the past
Where good things always last
I have nostalgia of the past
But I don’t wanna be the last

The last, the last
The last to leave
To leave, to leave
To leave

Es una pena no saber a donde ir
Yo no paro de huir
Corre l’arena, pasar el tiempo sin vivir
Ya no paro de oír

Es una pena no saber a donde ir
Yo no paro de huirme
Corre l’arena, pasar el tiempo sin vivir
Ya no paro de oír

Es una pena no saber a donde ir
Yo no paro de huirme
Corre l’arena, pasar el tiempo sin vivir
Yo no paro de oírte

Es una pena no saber a donde ir
Yo no paro de huirme
Corre l’arena, pasar el tiempo sin vivir
Ya no paro de oírte

Es una pena no saber a donde ir
Yo no paro de huir, ay
Corre l’arena, pasar el tiempo sin vivir
Yo ya no quiero mas sufrir

Hay que estar alegre
Mírame y aprende
No me quieras tanto

Mi abuela, mi tía, mi madre
Las reinas la tengo en la sangre y ya
Ole, ole murcia, ya

Mi abuelo, mi hermano, mi padre
Mis primos los tengo en la sangre y ya
Ole almería, ya

nostalgia / ultra

Memories on postcards
Feelings caught me off guard
But it's okay
It's gonna be okay

Memories on postcards
Feelings caught me off guard
But I'ma be okay
I'm gonna be okay

Longing for the past
Where good things always last
I long for the past
But I don't wanna be the last

The last, the last
The last to leave
To leave, to leave
To leave

It's a shame not to know where to go
I can't stop running away
Time passes, living without living
I can't stop hearing

It's a shame not to know where to go
I can't stop running away
Time passes, living without living
I can't stop hearing

It's a shame not to know where to go
I can't stop running away
Time passes, living without living
I can't stop hearing you

It's a shame not to know where to go
I can't stop running away
Time passes, living without living
I can't stop hearing you

It's a shame not to know where to go
I can't stop running away, oh
Time passes, living without living
I don't want to suffer anymore

Gotta be happy
Look at me and learn
Don't love me so much

My grandma, my aunt, my mother
The queens, I have them in my blood and yeah
Hell yeah, Murcia, yeah

My grandpa, my brother, my father
My cousins, I have them in my blood and yeah
Hell yeah, Almería, yeah

Escrita por: Nicolas Mantoux / November Ultra