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• Artiste: Wyatt Flores
• Titre: Holes
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Oh-ooh, oh, oh Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh I'm tired of walking holes in my shoes And acting like I got nothing to lose With dust in my pockets I can't even afford a wallet To hold this here picture of you Well, I'm a shadow between the streetlights Hiding with lost souls in plain sight And if I had two dollars to hold Would it feel like a pot of gold Or ease my mind just for tonight? Oh, maybe I'll never leave this place I'll bum one more cigarette Think about your grace Until I find the right words to say Well, I'll walk in holes another day Does time really move that fast? Well, I've watched concrete turn into grass And I usеd to be a dreamer way bеfore I lost her Now I watch my dreams walk on past Maybe I'll never leave this place I'll bum one more cigarette Think about your grace Until I find the right words to say Well, I'll walk in holes another day Oh-ooh, oh, oh Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh Maybe I'll never leave this place I'll bum one more cigarette Think about your grace Until I find the right words to say Well, I'll walk in holes Until I find the right words to say Well, I'll walk in holes another day Oh-ooh, oh, oh Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh Oh-ooh, oh, oh Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh Oh-ooh, oh, oh Oh-ooh, ooh-ooh