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• Artiste: Cub Country
• Titre: Smith-Level
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Will you start the movie? So I can see the moment Dark and late and blurry That I can't recall was me A blank stare for the faces I marvel at the places That I would not set foot down on Again in this life Now the devil guides me on Down Carolina roads As the darkness greets the dawn I head for home Will I cry to spirits? Blood on the horizon That I strain to believe in Since I was young Is there some direction That we should take the car in? We are driving too close To places I was born Now the devil drives me on Down snaking vines of road When we laugh and sing It drowns out everything Friends are few who stand by you through the darkness in your life But there are those who drink with you and make it seem alright There's gravel in your mouth hole And Neil Young's on the radio And slamming on the brakes will Freak out the birds A touchdown for my rival Is christened by a spider Whose misty morning web spread Across my door And the devil heads back home As I fumble for the door And all my shit is scattered On the floor