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• Artiste: Runaway Brother
• Titre: First of December
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In my cardigan and blazer, it's a good first of December but it's so cold outside. I got 20 dollars left, it's not enough I've kept, and I'll tell you: “it's no way to fill up the tank.” I'll never see you enough. I'll never push and then shove. I'll never find my way out of this trap, of this town. I'll always want something more; you're always that much more. I'll never find my way out of this trap, of this town. Strolling through a head that just ain't mine but it's a pretty one and it's so warm inside. I listen to bands like Brand New and my car without a doubt pollutes, and it's so warm inside. I'll never see you enough. I'll never push and then shove. I'll never find my way out of this trap, of this town. I'll always want something more; you're always that much more. I'll never find my way out of this trap, of this town. You're always gonna be faking, I'm always gonna be teaching. These kids have got no ambition, we're gonna be a formality. My brain's exploding with tension. I've got no right to your liking but I won't be rude, I'll just take it. I've gotta tell you the truth. I'll never see you enough. I'll never push and then shove. I'll never find my way out of this trap, of this town. I'll always want something more; you're always that much more. I'll never find my way out of this trap, of this town.