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• Artiste: Wolfgang Press (The)
• Titre: Going South
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Peace and love a phony kind of blubber My instincts tell me to crash You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them I somehow think this won't last So I'm moving south to the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south where the head unloads You've got a reason some funky little demons telling me that life is a gas. You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing a Motown gives it a blast So I'm moving south to the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south where the head unloads Called my brother He said, "I need a lawyer" and my life is sinking at best. Called my brother He said, "I've just become a, a moaner who lives in the past." You've got a vision some funky little isms telling me that life is a gas Your misconception is a pitiful expression it's something I'll never possess. So I'm moving south to the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south where the head unloads Peace and love a phony kind of blubber My instincts tell me to crash You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them I somehow think this won't last So I'm moving south to the great unknown Yeah I'm moving south where the head unloads