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• Artiste: Golden Suits
• Titre: Restaurant Song
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Uptight and dead end eyes are all we ever do But I can't put it out, this torch I have for you I would tell you how many ways I've tried But you won't hear me, you're rolling on your pride Your cold and angry pride Outside delivery car is leaving on it's form Meanwhile you and I are laughing at the floor You don't need me here, pick apart your sins I should leave you now, before I get sucked in By your cold and lovely pride If only I could get you free and take you some place quiet We could glide on cheap red wine back to we started And maybe then it wouldn't be a drag Wound up and running loose, there I go again Right back into the arms to what I left for dead If it's not happening, you should let me know Cause if it's not happening, I should really go Back to my cold and angry pride