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• Artiste: Flatliners (The)
• Titre: Sticky Bastards
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This one goes out to All of those who love the smell of gasoline I figured out that where they want to be Is in the in between Have you ever seen the world at 6 AM When it's cold and dark and almost silent You'll never want to sleep again Let your blood boil up While mine sits still Always the antagonist Because I'm not at home all year. Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time One more goodbye I'm good with the guilt-trip, Because reconciliation's overrated I'll be at the front, kid In the back room with a stiff drink in each hand Am I [?] The stories being told It's not that I don't love this town I just feel like it's getting old Let all your blood boil up While mine sits still I'll always be the antagonist Because I'm never home, oh yeah Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time To get it right True believer, do your worst And sing along to all our goodbyes And all these days we spent time pure on adrenaline, I'll take it I'll take it all for dirty clockwork living Want to run it right 'til our children live We'll run it until our children live We'll run it until our children live Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time One more goodbye Overeager, eat your words I'll feed them to you this time To get it right True believer, do your worst And sing along to all our goodbyes