Lyrics OneRepublic

OneRepublic

Good Life

capo I

Woke up in London yesterday, found myself in the city near Piccadilly

Don't really know how I got here, I got some pictures on my phone

New names and numbers that I don't know, address to places like Abbey Road

Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want, we're young enough to say

Oh this has gotta be the good life, this has gotta be the good life

This could really be a good life, good life

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight like this city is on fire tonight

This could really be a good life, a good, good life

To my friends in New York, I say hello, my friends in L.A. they don't know

Where I've been for the past few years or so, Paris to China to Col-or-ado

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out, sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now

We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e, what there is to complain about

When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over

When everything is out, you gotta take it in

Oh this has gotta be the good life, this has gotta be the good life

This could really be a good life, good life

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight like this city is on fire tonight

This could really be a good life, a good, good life

Hopelessly

I feel like there might be something that I'll miss

Dmi

Hopelessly

I feel like the window closes oh so quick

Hopelessly

I'm taking a mental picture of you now

Dmi

'Cuz hopelessly

The hope is we have so much to feel good about

Oh this has gotta be the good life, this has gotta be the good life

This could really be a good life, good life

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight like this city is on fire tonight

This could really be a good life, a good, good life

To my friends in New York, I say hello, my friends in L.A. they don't know

Where I've been for the past few years or so, Paris to China to Col-or-ado

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out, sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now

We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e, what there is to complain about