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• Artiste: Gromble (The)
• Titre: NYC Frog
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Carving saints, leaving out the feeling I've seen it twice, it's not that rare No complaints, if they look appealing Guess thats fair, guess thats fair I may sound, like a broken record You're not that tough, so don't get stuck She'll tear you down, she's the bone collector And it's just our luck, just our luck 
 And so she did 
As the ship is going down you blame the captain And wonder how she carries on like nothing's happened Was I a crutch? Was I enough? Your head gets filled up with that stuff Each sewer drains into the sea Poor New York frog you sound like me Locked himself, in the bathroom Theres no coming out, come on out Survey says, to bear with me She said what the hell, and left the house Its dark through dawn, again Normalcy's a long forgotten friend And i've heard the sun, won't rise till you Decide, to let it But its been several hundred days, and little's changing The hardest habit never broken is storm chasing He's had enough, of living drunk, off his brief recycled love There's no proven cure for wanting, oh sometimes its too much We are always alright, cuz what is anyone supposed to say