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• Artiste: Trampled by Turtles
• Titre: Winners
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There were dreams on a full moon night Big black hole in the middle of the light Painless times yeah we were feeling alright We were breaking down the walls Dirty little basements and electric guitars Sound of the river and the pines and the stars Drank a little to much yeah we took it too far Well most of us survived So much coming out and nothing going in With your skirt above your knee and your murderous grin Awe tell that your not real You were standing there so literal and free Writing pretty poems and ruining me Took a little time but baby now I see That the end is always near I was sleeping on a couch with a shivering dog Practicing my speeches and studying the law Nothing in the cover but a hammer and a saw And some nails to drive it home So much coming out there's nothing going in I could write it down but that would be a sin And you know how I feel about sin Charlie's on stage and roof may collapse No one seems to worry about the light in the gap All the walls painted yellow and papered with maps A reminder its time to move on Pretty little city built on a hillside Music in the bars and fire in the sky We went to the beach and it was covered in ice And I used to call it home So much coming out there's nothing going in I know that you feel like you're never gonna win Awe but the world wont forgive a winner (Thanks to Mo for these lyrics)