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• Artiste: Griffin House
• Titre: Fenway
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Took a walk down to Fenway Had a ticket for a Red Sox game I was reamin’ from a feelin’ I was dealin’ with an I know I got no one but myself to blame But I keep thinking I can manage my change Not a pretty pair of eyes To see the world through Not a pretty pair of eyes I’ve got Not a pretty pair of hands and a head to match I was fakin’ what I’m takin’ now I’m breakin’ In the cheap seats waitin’ for an outfield catch But I keep thinking I’m never gonna change It’s a mile and a half from the heart to the brain If I lost my head I can’t explain Not a pretty pair of eyes To see the world through I’m a Charles Bukowski A freak of nature for the world to see I was burnin’ now I’m learnin’ and I’m turnin’ Into someone I said I never meant to be The weight of the world hanging over my head Living like this I’d be better of dead If I keep thinking I can manage my change Not a pretty pair eyes To see the world through x4 Not making any headway Ain’t got nothing good to say I was tryin’ now I’m dyin’ from the lyin’ And it’s almost midnight on Monday (Thanks to David for these lyrics)