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• Artiste: Matthew Good
• Titre: Born Losers
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Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter and the life you would not give her break your plans traipsed across the continent a squatter for your lies at night to sleep between my hands When the lights come on this whole place gets ugly but when they're out strangers fall in love she could never say that flat out she don't want me cause I could never say that half way ain't enough New Order's on the turn table we're dancing cause what else do you do when you don't talk? crucified to crawl into your mansion Ya, that's why I learned to crawl before I walked We're back where we belong straight back where we belong no days for nights, no cocaine cons just back where we belong Take me out back to your piranhas And beat me until I can't even stand your whole life a plane without no landing gear so if this is it then come on let me land That trailer trash pedigree is calling it rats you out when you're down on all fours me I like to cast my death on yesterday cause what doesn't kill us now just makes us better whores We're back where we belong straight back where we belong no days for nights, no cocaine cons just back where we belong Go put it in the ground go bury it some place it can't be found go put it in the ground Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter and the life you would not give her break your plans traipsed across the continent a squatter for your lies at night to sleep between my hands