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• Artiste: You're Only Massive
• Titre: Thin Ice
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Walking so far knee deep in the snow 10 hours today we see there's more to go Where I come from there's not really any snow My ears entranced by the sharp echo boots crunch, warm hearts, warm darts they land right on my cheek, I can't even speak This river is not the Spree. I doubt we got that far today. Red is the only colour The star I walk under I came to pillage and to plunder Winter thunder, ice falling asunder I can deal with defeat The odds are there to beat, the gods are ready to leave I will not weep on my winning streak On the minimum of sleep I'm sinning deep. ___ Backstage at the show with backstage passes Who the hell is that wearing sunglasses Bumping into amps, naked with no coat spray paint stinking and all in gold Someone's asking will my contract be renewed for that, Will I be sued for that When I get up on stage and play this song will I be booed for that? Thinking about my rent and making calls They say on the first I want it all I play the show and walk straight on home Sleep till I hear some knocking at my door Who woke me up this time it's on When I open the door the motherfuckers gone Hearing voices in the back of my mind Grab a knife, if they get out of line. ___ Ten thousand steps, so many miles left To stay alive the promise must be kept And the home where I can rest It's with you, it's on your chest Catch a wave, bumper stickers say the surf is up Catch some rays, comfort is not the same as love I let it from I left it behind To walk out here to throw the dice Up in the air it's hard to explain Check the remains check all the stains Could it be my time is up But baby baby I got up Und wenn ihr nicht versteht Lass mich das eklaeren ich bin eure lehrer feuer wie gewehre Dies ist eine neure Ara. ___ Late night at the end of week Give it to me give me the beat I walked out and I threw the dice The menace I saw makes me want to hide Vulnerable heights I will survive In front of the mic this is my life Magnum opus still unsigned Will be till the day I die When he told me he'd walk with me It was the happiest I have ever been Dungarees and warm cashmere Worn my me, worn by he Prairie land, gun in the hand All the things I do not want. I have to tell it, so young and bold. before I turn to ice before I turn to gold