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• Artiste: Hawkboy
• Titre: Irate Blues
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Before you, your mom and your dad used to smoke in the Texas sun. They were young once too. But your mom, she found Jesus, while your old man stepped out, and drew up his veins. When it's quiet in the house of the old, you can hear through grinding teeth, clocks taking their tool. 'Cause time has a mind of its own, like our sun spinning around. It wont slow for you now. Oh i wanna catch in a song, notes I dont hear yet. But i will when I am gone. I've been pouring my heart up, up through the floor boards, one-hundred sixty-four. Oh you wanna find you're a friend but I keep making, breakin' all my promises. Now forfeit, all the bricks in your tower. 'Cause all that power, makes you quite cold. When you're sleeping in a bed for a giant, while you wait for your love to come home. But you dont know, that it ain't coming back. Oh, I wanna find out I'm wrong. And every road leads us home. Oh, I will never know, because I keep my eyes closed and I only go where I've been before Oh, say you dont know, when you don't, if you don't.