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• Artiste: Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
• Titre: Seven Nation Army
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I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talkin' to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message comin' from my eyes says, "Leave it alone." Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it Yeah From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And I catch it comin' round my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you wanna' hear But that's what I'll do And the feeling coming from my bones says, "Find a home." I'm going to Wichita Far from this opera for evermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before the lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will sing no more And the stains comin' from my blood tell me, "Go back home."