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• Artiste: Surfer Blood
• Titre: Six Flags In F Or G
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Caught up in a pissing contest Gasping empty air I'm losing precious time So don't keep me in mind Nourished by my disappointment Parasitic grief And there's no turning back A widow dressed in black Silence Golden Where I used to look for comfort Is cursed hollow cold Right back in death's embrace A man without a face I became completely lucid Said "who are, who are you?" I felt his icy breath When I turned around to face him I was paralyzed I couldn't turn around Or open up my eyes You'll get over it easy, babe See you're bouncing right back again Right now its overkill But in six months it will be fine Even charming Yeah If the angels would sing today You'd explain it away, I'm sure And when the nearest dream recedes The dream of Reading and of Leeds All going off at once in your mind One of these days Gonna get to the heart One of these days When the bridge falls apart One of these days Right back at the start One of these days We'll never be apart again Burning Six Flags in effigy Didn't read the report But you know he's such a juggernaut And it's never not a lot In the passionless void What a bitter macaroon What a sour eclair And this hysteria Has made us all aware of where All the boys are submerged One of these days Gonna get to the heart One of these days When the bridge falls apart One of these days Right back at the start One of these days We'll never ever be apart