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• Artiste: Itchy Poopzkid
• Titre: Dying For A Six-String
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In the morning from a distance You can smell the gasoline You can feel the fire burning But I'm nowhere to be seen Cause I am on my way To somwhere new my friend I won't be back tomorrow Cause I learned everytime I thought I'd die I knew it was just a lie Now I'm longing for the good times And I'm grateful for the bad All the miseries and wonders Are the best we've ever head I'm just dying for a six-string That keeps playing in my head How could we just say We'd be better off dead I've been taking stairs to heaven And I'm used to burning in hell And from all the places I've been There are storeis left to tell I got wounds and scars And a middle finger with a smile Down with all the sorrow Cause I know everytime I thought I'd die I learned it was just a lie A chorus ringing in my ears Chasing away all doubts and fears And no hand ever holds me back I won't defend I will attack