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Teenage Dream ~ Katy Perry {Sped Up}

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ho hey The Lumineers (sped up)

Side Street Confessions is a raw and heartfelt reflection on growing up restless, chasing freedom, and holding onto fleeting nights that leave lasting scars. It captures the rush of borrowed moments, the sting of broken promises, and the bittersweet beauty of finding yourself in chaos. With its blend of nostalgia and urgency, the song paints vivid memories of late-night drives, paper boats, and cigarette smoke — fragments of youth carved into the heart. It’s a story of vulnerability, resilience, and the confessions we keep hidden in the side streets of our lives.

Side Street Confessions ist ein ehrlicher, intensiver Blick zurück auf das rastlose Erwachsenwerden, auf die Suche nach Freiheit und auf jene flüchtigen Nächte, die trotzdem tiefe Spuren hinterlassen. Es geht um den Rausch geliehener Momente, den Schmerz gebrochener Versprechen und die bittersüße Schönheit, sich im Chaos selbst wiederzufinden. Mit einer Mischung aus Nostalgie und Dringlichkeit malt der Song Bilder von nächtlichen Fahrten, Papierbooten und Zigarettenrauch – Erinnerungen, die sich ins Herz eingravieren. Eine Geschichte von Verletzlichkeit, Stärke und jenen Geständnissen, die wir in den Seitenstraßen unseres Lebens verbergen.

Side Street Confessions

I was seventeen and restless, hiding in my shoes
You called me out on every lie I thought was true
Borrowed cigarettes we never learned to light
You said the smoke was just a way to waste the night

You hated silence but you loved to disappear
Drove too fast like you could outrun every fear
I laughed along but I was taking mental notes
You were a storm in denim, I was paper boats

Side street confessions, I still hear them clear
Half drunk promises, falling in my ear
You told me love was just a trick to stay alive
I swore I’d prove you wrong, but I never tried
Side street confessions, carved into my chest
You were chaos, I was someone trying my best

I wore my shame like a jacket in July
You pulled it off me just to watch me wonder why
You liked my doubts more than any clever line
Said broken things are easier to underline

Side street confessions, I still hear them clear
Half drunk promises, falling in my ear
You told me love was just a trick to stay alive
I swore I’d prove you wrong, but I never tried
Side street confessions, carved into my chest
You were chaos, I was someone trying my best

And if I see you standing in that old café
I’ll know exactly what I’ll never say
That I still keep your words folded in my jeans
Like a map of who I was, like a half-lost dream

Side street confessions, shadows on the wall
Your voice a match I could never recall
You told me love was just a trick to stay alive
But I’m still burning from that borrowed night
Side street confessions, carved into my chest
You were chaos, I was someone trying my best


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