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• Artiste: Chris Orrick
• Titre: Barfly
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You know that feeling right before the shrooms hit? Impendin' doom, living room spinnin' like "what did I do?" Am I the only motherfuckers who's living under this moon? Feels like it's been twenty-nine years that I been stuck in this room Tried turnin', spin the chair, you know how little I know? Eyes burnin', smell my hair, filled with cigarette smoke And the lights are barely on And I'm fightin' back the feelin' I'll be fightin' this till dawn Maybe sleepin' on the lawn But, don't look in the mirror, no You know those issues clear up quick, you're about to tear up, no You see that shadow comin' closer, gettin' nearer (gettin' nearer, gettin' nearer, gettin' nearer) Get reckless when I'm introspective With my hand across my left tit, I swear to God tomorrow morning after breakfast I'm gonna change, I'm gonna tell all my confessions But for now I'm talkin' to this whiskey bottle till there's nothing left Said I'm a bartender's best friend A little bit too open with confessions And I've been charged to protect him And use my scars as my weapons Said I'm a bartender's best friend A little bit too open with confessions And I've been charged to protect him And use my scars as my weapons There's not an addict in this world with no excuses Temptation and desire, the scent of it seduces The skill is self-control, I found [?] and elusive And I'll never find the truth if I remain to be reclusive So let me go on my adventure Excitement to a minimum, expectations tempered Never remembered one as cold as this December, so Pull up a chair and let it warm you to your center Shit, moderation's for the virtuous Take a look around, you know the devil tends to lurk on us Don't be afraid when the vultures start to circle us The lot of us will die, never knowin' what our purpose was So have a drink on it or sleep on it The tension's thick enough that you could grow your fucking weed on it (weed on it) You're always in the future when you live in the past 'Cause bar time is fifteen minutes fast Said I'm a bartender's best friend A little bit too open with confessions And I've been charged to protect him And use my scars as my weapons Said I'm a bartender's best friend A little bit too open with confessions And I've been charged to protect him And use my scars as my weapons