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• Artiste: Bob Mould
• Titre: Moving Trucks
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Tell me that you're feeling trapped in this life, thinking of moving away You say that it's all for the best, we'll both be better off that way My jaw hits the floor as the words sink in I didn't know you felt so strongly Makes me wonder what went wrong Trust barely drips through the sieve / And I still can't believe it Our love fades and drifts away / Stand by for the last refrain The moving trucks are pulling up in our front yard So this is the way that it feels / I wondered how this might feel The sound of your voice fades away like an echo in some empty cave The 411 in my area code has got no listing for me All my mail sits there in the post box, it seems I've lost the key Coffee, it comes to a boil / The percolator's making noises No one left to blame / Stand by for the last refrain I still hear the moving trucks back up in our front yard Today is the day I forget all about it / It's over, don't worry about it Today I can open the window / Today is the day I can fly Today I am starting the rest of my life / Today, I can touch the sky And I can leave that beeping sound of that truck behind No moving trucks to hold me down