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• Artiste: Lloyd Cole
• Titre: A Long Way Down
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didn't i hear you say your heart's made out of steel no one's gonna get so close, no one's gonna know how you feel now you're a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b. you say your mind is made up, isn't that the way that it's supposed to be and it's a long way down and it's a long, long way down walking that tall your head is gonna trip your feet walking with the devil's fine, just don't call it looking for sympathy when it's four a.m. and mister you can't sleep 'cause your blood's still rushing at cocaine speed and you know all that you need's a little baby to say ah mister cool down won't you let me fade those blues away and it's a long way down and it's a long, long way down and when you hit the ground you're gonna know about it mister let's you and me see if we can't make a deal i'll give you the world and all you've gotta do is cry for me the reason it's a clich Ž is because it's true the harder you climb, the harder you fall, and that means you so mister hard head, hard nose, hard as steel you're just a punch drunk sycophant, a little s.o.b. and it's a long, it's a long way down and it's a long, long way down and when you hit the ground you're gonna know about it