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• Artiste: Thomas Hunter and White China Gold
• Titre: Tinfoil Slip
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I'm stoned just like cherry rose Fixing, waiting on playing your song They're running driest on your face like oxy and cocaine Got a tinfoil slip and slide I've seen you this way before Who really cares? Things they work, they see Who really cares 'bout your wildest dream? Who really cares 'bout god's new shoes? Just stay high, and it feels like a dream. Your long hair my brain box screaming to dipping strong for momma's waist That proves the way that Brooklyn stayed the way that madness changes taste wherever you drag your feet I've seen you this way before who really cares? Things they work, they see Who really cares 'bout your wildest dream? Who really cares 'bout god's new shoes? Just stay high, and it feels like a dream. The days and the nights of the world, they get quiet and I can't hear a thing through the girls dripping mouths full of smoke and the soft boiling ash of the skin makes the glass of my eyes shake like merry-go-rounds in 1906. The ins and the outs of the truth they don't matter when you can't tell if god's really there with your hands o'er your mouth in the sky pokes our ribs and we turn into wind carrying love on our backs you've got to be strange just to get in.