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• Artiste: Eric Church
• Titre: Through My Ray-bans
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Yeah, I know a place where kings and paupers Drink with the dreamers and the cheaters and the longers And the dealers deal aces from a loaded stack of cards Now what if I told you a place existed Where the magic in the air tastes like moonlight on the lips And no hand in the deck beat a pair of hearts Everybody's got their arms around Everybody else's shoulders Guarding against the world outside Like an army of Friday night soldiers The battle wages tomorrow But tonight you don't give a damn Wish you could stay the way I see you Through my Ray Bans I see a place where a moment in time Is a kaleidoscope of color on a canvas of white Where the voices roar at the noise of the poet's whine Would you believe my story, oh, about what I'm setting If I told you the tale I'm in the middle of telling Yes, it's true as the blue in the grass or the green in the sky Everybody's got their arms around Everybody else's shoulders Guarding against the world outside Like an army of Friday night soldiers The battle wages tomorrow But tonight you don't give a damn Wish you could stay the way I see you Through my Ray Bans Everybody's got their arms around Everybody else's shoulders Guarding against the world outside Like an army of Friday night soldiers The battle wages tomorrow But tonight we've got a drink in our hand Wish you could stay the way I see you Through my Ray Bans