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• Artiste: Counting Crows
• Titre: Dislocation
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I was an idiot in Utero, somehow miss New Mexico Fell to earth in Baltimore, I know Now they lay case in empty rooms, birthday cards and red balloons And me, I know, I know, I know, I know I invited Johnny Legs and Jackie-O Empty parties filled with people I don't know I am rich and in the radio, I dream on my TV Dislocation, dislocation I'm fading out in stereo, I don't remember me Dislocation, dislocation Tellin' lies and taking shots, gettin' laid in parking lots Gettin' high and gettin' caught, I know All my broken paper planes, parachutes and window panes I'm a shooting star gone novocaine, I know So I write to all the girly magazines Splash my passion on the pages in-between I am rich and in the radio, I dream on my TV Dislocation, dislocation I'm fading out in stereo, I don't remember me Dislocation, dislocation Rising from the afterglow, a dodo bird with polio And me, I know, I know, I know, I know I play with a rock and roll band on a subway It keeps me far away from the gamma rays We lit between the boom boom crash and the fade away, I know Come on wake up the congregation, we will see the light tonight The spark the flash the bang the bite I know, I know, I know know know know know know know I am rich and in the radio, I dream on my TV Dislocation, dislocation I'm fading out in stereo, I don't remember me Dislocation, dislocation If they dropped a bomb on London, swallow LA with the sea Dislocation, dislocation Say a prayer for Oklahoma say another one for me Dislocation, dislocation