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• Artiste: Bright Eyes
• Titre: Road To Joy
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The sun came up with no conclusion Flowers sleeping in their beds This city's cemetery's humming I'm wide-awake, it's morning I have my drugs, I have my woman They keep away my loneliness My parents have they have their religion But sleep in separate houses I read the body count out of the paper And now it's written all over my face No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing Everyday I'm on the clock My mind races with all my longings But cant keep up with what I got I hope I don't sound too ungrateful What history gave modern man A telephone to talk to strangers Machine guns and a camera lens So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing It's best to join the side that's gonna win And no one's sure how all of this got started But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end Oh ya we will, oh ya we will! Well I could have been a famous singer If I had someone else's voice But failure's always sounded better Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise! The sun came up with no conclusion Flowers sleeping in their beds This city's cemetery's humming I'm wide-awake, it's morning