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• Artiste: Nothing to Prove
• Titre: 21
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It's 3 a.m I work at nine Feeling burnt out from the moonlight Maybe its me throwing myself off this dock For an hour and a half But this plywood feels like home It's the only thing I know Doesn't matter how much I'm busted up It will always carry me along I'm okay with it, okay with it As long as I'm still having fun It's not a crime to feel at home But there's a fucking law against it The first thing I've ever known And this board gives me control So I'm never gonna stop, never gonna stop Till my body finally fails me. I think I was twelve when I got my first mini logo Thirteen when I met you, You had some notches in your belt From things I'd never dare to do And as the years went by I found That you were always right there with me I already blamed your whole departure On a sorry excuse for a family I'm okay with it, okay with it As long as I'm still having fun Until they drop, until they drop My casket I'm never giving this up. It's not a crime to feel at home But there's a fucking law against it The first thing I've ever known And this board gives me control So I'm never gonna stop, never gonna stop Till my body finally fails me. Till my body fails me Till my body fails Till my body fails me It's not a crime to feel at home But there's a fucking law against it The first thing I've ever known And this board gives me control So I'm never gonna stop, never gonna stop Till my body finally fails me. Never gonna stop, never gonna stop Never gonna stop, never gonna stop Never gonna stop, never gonna stop Till my body finally fails me.