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• Artiste: Blake Rose
• Titre: Rest Of Us
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Tonight I found a shadow of me Hiding in a photograph I left on my high school tees They always said nobody makes it out of this town, you see But who I am, ain't a picture of who I could be Yeah we're just kids, man, and we're all fucked up All these old guns, say that we dream too much But though you wasted all your love, oh You can't talk, talk for the rest of us Well I've had this nightmare, that's stuck on repeat I'm locked inside a white picket fence, and my lips can't speak They hang a string to either hand and say it's best you don't leave Like I'd just sit back and watch you plan a whole life for me Yeah we're just kids, man, and we're all fucked up All these old guns, say that we dream too much But though you wasted all your love, oh You can't talk, talk for the rest of us The rest of us The rest of us But though you wasted all your love, oh You can't talk, talk for the rest of us Tossing and I'm turning in these sheets Playing shows under bedroom lights Watching people hoping that the penny might drop, 'fore it gets too late So many parts of me that you won’t ever know were there 'Cause all that you do, is push me away Yeah we're just kids, man, and it's so messed up You think we're all dumb, broke or we drink too much But though you wasted all your love, oh You can't talk, talk for the rest of us The rest of us The rest of us (Yeah we dream, yeah we dream) But though you wasted all your love, oh You can't talk, talk for the rest of us