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• Artiste: Tucker Beathard
• Titre: Paper Town
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Steal chairs, banners, blowin' in the July breeze Poster on a telephone, some rock 'n' roll wannabes A heart can be hounded, a billboard sing that says Jesus is comin' back soon There's a cop with some tickets and a pen that's just itchin' to bleed out a whole lot of blue This paper town ain't cut out for you and me Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild Feet on some gas and rack 'em for miles Slide on your shades, paint up your lips Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town If you dance on the fender, a little bit of chrome and some rust There's a whole lot of world in the windshield just waitin' on us Don't it get old always bein' told where to go and what to do Yeah, that population sign will be just fine if we minus two 'Cause this paper town ain't cut out for you and me Let's smoke these tires at the light when the red turns green And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild Feet on some gas and rack 'em for miles Slide on your shades, paint up your lips Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town Yeah, this old paper town Heads California, tails New York City Caught in the air and kiss me And wake up these horses and let 'em run wild Feet on some gas and rack 'em for miles Slide on your shades, paint up your lips Strike a match and let that fire kiss this old paper town Yeah, this old paper town