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• Artiste: Dr. Dog
• Titre: Die, Die, Die
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It turns out cigarettes can kill you 'cause when you didn't come back Every time that I thought of you I smoked a whole pack I was up to about seventeen packs a day I was refueling too About every hour or so I drank a bottle of white mule I wasn't thinking about turquoise I wasn't thinking about gold I wasn't thinking about thinking Or about getting old Got to be so I didn't care If I was leaving or loving Oh, what I was And what I was becoming I don't want to in your arms I just want to die Don't want to die in you arms I just want to die And like a marionette doll Oh, manned by a fool I went into the chicken shed Started looking for tools Well I worked for a month Build some sky and some clouds And I built some myself some angels With trumpets so loud Well they played hallelujah And I knew I was done I walked through a golden gate with pearl inlays Saw a never setting sun Well I knew I was dead I couldn't do no more harm Well I built myself a heaven Where you died in my arms Well you died in my arms when I died Well you died in my arms when I died Well you died in my arms when I died You died in my arms when I died