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• Artiste: Whitehorse
• Titre: You Get Older
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He left the morning after, Panicked and confused The night it was a blur But his knuckle they were bruised The sign just flipped to open As he stumbled from the storm A pack of smokes, a lighter, That he stole out of her drawer Oh, you get colder, You get older Everyday In the in back of the (?) Collecting all the scraps A coaster with the number and Dangered baseball bat Dialed unfamiliar digits Maybe deepened to Jarengo A city made of tin cans And another made of gold Oh, you get colder, You get older Everyday I’m searching high and low For a place to call home From Tractate to Brisbane To Sung to Jerome The weapons are awaked As he loads another flaw No family of his own Only the ones he forgot Oh, you get colder, You get older Everyday Oh, you get colder, You get older Everyday (Thanks to Zachary Doiron for these lyrics)