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Bright Eyes

pochette album Gold mine gutted
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Date de parution : 26/07/2005

Durée : 0:04:01

Style : Alternative



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It was don delillo, whiskey neat
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a tv stand
Just a turntable to watch
Only smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks
We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine that gutted us
And from the sidelines you'd see me run
Until i'm out of breath
Living the good life, i left for dead
The sorrowful midwest
Well i did my best
To keep my head

It was grass stain jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch
But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divvy up
And from the sidelines i see you run
Until you're out of breath
And all those white lines that spread us up
We hurried to our death
Well i lagged behind
So you got ahead

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