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• Artiste: Bright Eyes
• Titre: Tin Soldier Boy
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Sammy was indicted on a slow Friday Called his family, from the county court Screaming at his children down a long hallway While the cops, were beating on the door Ayesha's had a million names by now There's a few, that I've heard before She's the brawn I'm the brains Never took us long, to know, where we had to go Billie took the money, and she disappeared Last seen in a Cadillac A message was sent from beyond the grave She said she's trying, to pay it back Our days are numbered Hear the countdown 5, 4, 3, 2 1, more round Shots ring out and we all fall down Soldier on, soldier on Lead the convoy through the noise Soldier on, soldier on Tin Soldier Boy Hollywood's dying like the palm trees It's not romantic, it's a comedy So when I'm gone don't, use my headstone, for your imagery Like another, shitty, Scorsese movie Frank Sinatra, was the best Could put a bullet, right through your chest Well, every baby has Ol' Blue Eyes I guess they're gonna live, until they die Our days are numbered Hear the countdown 5, 4, 3, 2 1, more round Everybody gather round Our days are numbered We're counting up now 2, 4, 6, 8 9, more lives These cats couldn't kill me if they tried Just Soldier on, soldier on Until LA breaks at dawn Soldier on, through the noise Tin Soldier Boy Soldier on, soldier on Leave the convoy, kill the toys Soldier on, soldier on My Soldier Boy Soldier on, soldier on Through the heartbreak and the joy Soldier on, soldier on My Soldier boy