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• Artiste: Zach Bryan
• Titre: High Road
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Adderall and white-lace bras that makes you fall in love You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck New York this time of year ain't good for me 'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy All the boys are crawlin' in some shithole in the wall again I missed this place more than I missed my home Everyone is tellin' me that I need help or therapy But all I need is to be left alone She's bound to come back and haunt you forever There's ghosts in the windows and walls I've waited by the telephone all fuckin' night For someone that ain't ever gonna call Remember tellin' me I was gonna hit the big time You died, guess you told God it was true Remember sittin' on your porch, you talked about your old regrets In Tulsa while the bad things took your brain It seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavy But I'm home now and I'll hold you through the pain She's bound to come back and haunt you forever There's ghosts in the windows and walls I've waited by the telephone all fuckin' night For someone that ain't ever gonna call She's bound to come back and haunt you forever There's ghosts in the windows and walls I'm waitin' by the telephone all fuckin' night Someone that ain't ever gonna call Adderall and white-lace bras that'll makes you fall in love You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck New York this time of year ain't good for me 'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy