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• Artiste: Kerser
• Titre: Run Down
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I’m sick and awful tired of working, And never seeming closer to that dream. God, I’m running out of steam. Do you die in the house you’re born in? Do the fortunes of your family shape your own? Is your future coded in your bones? One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down, Want to scream so loud. One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down. In the garden as a kid you’re praised for Sharing all the tools you need to play. Then someone locks the tools away. Lately I can’t shake this vision: I’m standing in a mansion burning bright, And laughing ‘cause I like the sight. Ooh, saw my mother scrape and save, Curtsy through her youth And rage into her grave. Ooh, said: “The fruit is ripe up high. But trunks are made for shaking. So shake ‘em. Shake ‘em.” One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down, Want to scream so loud. One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down. Like a boiler set to scream, A body struggling to breathe, I want to, I want to yell. Honey, help me ring that bell. One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down. Yeah! One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down. Want to scream so loud. One, two, three, Stomp your feet with me if you’re run down.