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• Artiste: Kevin Devine
• Titre: Cotton Crush (2012 re-recording)
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The bricks get laid, then they get torn up And laid again But the bricks always get torn up again And your friends won't wait So don't believe that shit If say they'll wait Then trust me, your friends should not wait for you Until you grow up Sell out at the bar Quit clouding your head, quit spiking your arms 'Till a girl walks along, she's humming your song With your T-shirt on and that's when you're done, oh that's when you're That's when you're done, that's when you're done That's when you're done, that's when you're done (done) There's a cotton crush in the southern states Back up here, man, we've got so much thread and space to waste waste waste And there's a microphone picking every word up And it shuts itself off, it's sure that it's heard enough oh, heard enough a while, heard enough And the quiet can scrape all the calm from your bones But maybe it should, maybe we need to be hollow To get up and grow, and stop fucking around To kick off our braces and start straightening out yeah Let's sift through the static for a simpler sound Sift through the static for a simpler sound A simpler sound, a simpler sound A simpler sound than the shit that's crowding our heads now Oh-whoa-oh-oh I will remember last summer as the summer I was taking steroids