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• Artiste: American War
• Titre: Rolling
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I was a young boy of twenty years When I felt the sky crashing down upon my bones As we drove that car down the longest highway The longest highway that man has ever known Afterwards, my life was like a movie With credits rolling, rolling, rolling, fade to black And I just walked right into the sunset My back to all, to all: I won't be back Oh, I won't be back And then I found myself sitting in the corner of a house The house where I grew up It was so vast and lonely Without the furniture and familiar sense of home And they would say to me, "Son, you'll grow up real fast." Comfort intended, but simply empty words I had two options of which I was aware Get my ass to work, or die right then and there Die right then and there