Good Life

Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Oh, this has gotta be a good life This has gotta be a good life This could really be a good life, good life I say, "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight" This city is on fire tonight This could really be a good life, a good, good life [Verse 2] 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 Colorado Sometimes, there's airplanes I can't jump out Sometimes, there's so much that don't work, now We all got our stories, but please tell me-e-e-e What there's to complain about [Pre-Chorus] When you're happy like a fool Let it take you over When everything is out You got to take it in [Chorus] Oh, this has gotta be a good life This has gotta be a good life This could really be a good life, good life I say, "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight" This city is on fire tonight (Tonight) This could really be a good life, a good, good life (Good, good life) Oh, a good, good life (Yeah, oh-oh) [Bridge] Hopelessly, I feel like there might be something that I'll miss Hopelessly, I feel like the window closes oh-so-quick (Oh-so-quick) Hopelessly, I'm taking a mental picture of you now (This has gotta be) 'Cause hopelessly, the hope is we have so much to feel good about Yeah [Chorus] Oh, this has gotta be a good life This has gotta be a good life This could really be a good life, good life I say, "Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight" (You can't fight) This city is on fire tonight (It's on fi-i-ire) This could really be a good life A good, good life (A good, good life) [Outro] Oh, yeah Good, good life (Good life) Ooh, ooh (Oh-oh) Listen, to my friends in New York, I say hello My friends in L.A., they don't know (They don't know) Where I've been for the past few years or so Paris to China to Colorado Sometimes, there's airplanes I can't jump out (Can't jump out, out) Sometimes, there's so much that don't work, now We all got our stories, but please tell me-e-e-e What there's to complain about
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Credits
- Writers
- Ryan Tedder
- Eddie Fisher
- Brent Kutzle
- Noel Zancanella