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• Artiste: Bored Nothing
• Titre: Charlie's Creek
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you'd pick me up in that same silver car we'd camp by the road and look up at the stars and in the morn' I'd shave in the side mirror and we'd laugh "how'd we get to be here?" and I'd smell my own past in each blade of the grass the window would break with my hand wrapped up tight in an old shirt I'd found then I'd let you inside and oh the colours of my faded youth from all the years that I wish I'd known you and the house would expand with each brush from your hand there's wine in the pantry so we'd drink what was there then we'd lie on the floor blowing smoke through our hair and we'd ponder how every thing's fucked and maybe promise to both kill ourselves and I'd listen hard to each word you discard I would forget to be sad all the time and you would forget how you fucked up your life and how your husband's not home half the time and you never take time out to write