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• Artiste: Matthew and the Atlas
• Titre: Nowhere Now
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It's harder now, the work is done And we're nowhere now. Old bones are wearing you down Old dreams push you around. Maybe I am stubborn now, Maybe I can't see But Jesus don't talk to me, I never did leave! Leave! Do you need to keep pushing on, Cause this place, this place is like a funeral. I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio If they gonna keep put down Someday, maybe you should let it go. I don't mind telling you so, if it is Something to hold on to. You follow the white dead trail, Found the hunter's trap, Made out steel and wire But he gripped them round. I run my hands across your jaws, your teeth, your tongue your brow The blood is spreading to your brain We've got to get it out somehow, somehow! Do you need to keep pushing on, Cause this place, this place is like a funeral. I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio If they gonna keep put down Someday, maybe you should let it go. I don't mind telling you so, if it is Something to hold on to, Something to hold on to. A pink moonshine Lighting your shadow. A witness to what came before A witness to what came before! Do you need to keep pushing on, Cause this place, this place is like a funeral. I couldn't help thinking on the talk I heard on the radio If they gonna keep put down Someday, maybe you should let it go. I don't mind telling you so, if it is Something to hold on to, Something to hold on to.