Paroles de Badlands

Gatsby's American Dream

pochette album Badlands
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They call this the badlands, baby
But it used to be bayou
The shore of an inland sea
And i can hear you coming

What foul beast stalks this way
The night is dim
But i catch the scent of your arrogance

As you rear your head
I can see your eyes gleaming
Catching light from the moon
Like a pair of knives to cut me down

Hole in the world
And the light is leaking out
Spilling like water
And i can hear you coming

What new devilry is this
I saw you rise and creep across the sky
And all night as i fled
You came behind

Eating all the stars dig to find
Why the life left rocks and stones
Skulls and bone, whispered stories
Tales of glory

And a tragic fall from grace
And a tragic fall from grace
And a tragic fall from grace

Still were still falling
Just like the dinosaurs
And a tragic fall from grace

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