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• Artiste: Pink Cream 69
• Titre: Yesterdays
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One man sits with his head hung low Nowhere to run, got no place to go There was a time when his town held homes Now it's trash and broken homes Every day, haulin' off the dead So many scenes flashin' through his head A little kid had to ask me "why" Should I laugh? Maybe I'll just cry So many folks tune in the living hell They wanna know where the bombs just fell Your TV screens show them crashing down Can you see the lights? Can you hear the sound? Guess the times have got the best of me What the hell is this supposed to prove they don't want to feel this misery Hear 'em screaming and they dare not move Guess the times have got the best of me Has there got to be a single bullet Put it right up to my head Half a chance you know that I would use it Guess the times have got the best of me What the hell is this supposed to prove they don't want to feel this misery Hear 'em screaming and they dare not move Guess the times have got the best of me Has there got to be a single bullet They don't want to fell this misery Remember yesterday, oh yesterday One man sits with his cigarettes Drinks his gin like his own regrets