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• Artiste: The Night Game
• Titre: A Postcard From The City Of Angels
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I’m trying to quit, I’m trying to leave it all behind It'll be better for my skin out of the sunshine I don't give a shit, about the flashes in the pan I already put in one long shift living the good life Well I’m giving up On valet, on pressed juice and health food I’m giving up On Soho house, rooftops and hair glue I’m giving up On fast friends in big stupid hats And I'm giving up On the head shops and laundry mats lining The endless strip of mini malls That drop off in the sea And it’s Halloween on Christmas day In the land of make believe And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup I'm stuck here in my car And the miles and miles of streetlight rows Are drowning out the stars And I've been looking for a reason to get gone And go put on my winter jacket and move on I think it's time for something better than this I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles I thought about home All the way back on the east coast, but you know my fingers tend to crack at 20 below Somewhere life is slow, and they say that that Nashville isn't bad But everything’s deep fried in the back soaked in tabasco Either way you know I’m giving up On actors and girls who smoke cigarettes Giving up On pool parties, fame on the internet Giving up Where every dream turns into ashes Giving up On the sea of fake lips and eyelashes The endless strip of mini malls That drop off in the sea And it’s Halloween on Christmas day In the land of make believe And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup I'm stuck here in my car And the miles and miles of streetlight rows Are drowning out the stars And I've been looking for a reason to get gone And go put on my winter jacket and move on I think it's time for something better than this I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles The Seattle skyline Alabama moonshine I don't need a new start just a little change of view I smell northern pine trees, Carolina sea breeze Just get me somewhere that’s far away from you I’m trying to quit I’m trying to leave it all behind It'll be better for my skin out of the sun... Away from the endless strip of mini malls That drop off in the sea And it’s Halloween on Christmas day In the land of make believe And there’s cocaine in my coffee cup I'm stuck here in my car And the miles and miles of streetlight rows Are drowning out the stars And I've been looking for a reason to get gone And go put on my winter jacket and move on I think it's time for something better than this I think it's time I got the hell out of Los Angeles