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• Artiste: Soda Jerk
• Titre: Road Sleeper
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Hey, Mr. Stone Man - what's eating you? You haven't looked this way in a while Something she said, under the skin Under your eyes, something she sinned Burned from the bed, sleeps in the mind There's a four-letter word for my one regret It's the knee-jerk punchline to your epithet It took our time, it washed it away Road sleeper Hey man, how does it feel to get over it? It's barely been an hour now Things to forget, so hard to define Pierced through the skin - lit up the mind She fell to the floor in pleasure and shame Your Rorschach mask of innocent blood Fell on my eyes without a word As anguish on the face of a saint - Nailed to your cross with the teeth of the flies Who were lucky enough to look into your eyes But your sugar tooth smile sped the decay Road sleeper Look, Mr. Stone Man eroded fast Barely even grains of sand She ran out of words - grabbed for more time Out of his arms and out of all minds She rolls out of town in her bruise-violet car Four months of guilt in the August heat Burned from the mind, unable to bleed She fades away in the clouds of a lost year