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• Artiste: Zac Brown Band
• Titre: The Woods
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Na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na-na-na-na One man's trash is another man's treasure One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home One man's walls might feel like a prison Some live dying but I'm dying to live it Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em Don't judge a book by its cover 'cause people look different Don't shut 'em down, you never know what you're missin' Some people find love, some love fightin' Some lay with the lambs and some roar with the lions What floats your boat might sink mine And what makes me smile might make you cry You might get low, I might stay high To each their own, ain't that right? One man's trash is another man's treasure One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home) One man's walls might feel like a prison Some live dying but I'm dying to live it (Dying to live it) Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em Na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na-na-na-na Some people ballroom dancin', some people twerkin' Some work on trash like a Kardas-trophe surgeon Some mountain don't, some mountain do Some love their monkeys, some have 'em removed What floats your boat might sink mine And what makes me smile might make you cry You might get low, I might stay high To each their own, ain't that right? One man's trash is another man's treasure One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home) One man's walls might feel like a prison Some live dying but I'm dying to live it (Dying to live it) Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em Na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na-na-na-na Na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na-na-na-na Na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na, oh, na-na Oh, na-na-na-na-na What floats your boat might sink mine And what makes me smile might make you cry You might get low, I might stay high To each their own, ain't that right? One man's trash is another man's treasure One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home) One man's walls might feel like a prison Some live dying but I'm dying to live it (Dying to live it) Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I'm gettin' in 'em