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• Artiste: Truman Sinclair
• Titre: Bloodline
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Protect your head, go and put it to bed There′s fire in motion and nothing ahead My phone on the bed twisting into my head Like I'm better off dead and I sip it like lead Time like a wheel and we′re turning it faster I'm losing my mind, what a disaster A tower to drown in, no language to speak I look from the peak and wake up in the deep water Protect your head, try to put it to bed There's fire in motion and nothing ahead And there′s spaceship drones and dinosaur bones And love is the answer, you turn it like stone They don′t know why I look in their eye I try to be still, I try to resign There's nothing to fear except the ringing in my ear And the machine that′s in gear with nobody to steer And they're filling your mind with addictive design Can you feel that pine, stop them drilling that line They′re sucking bloodline from the earth I feel them die, I hold my sign Protect your head, try to put it to bed There's fire in motion and nothing ahead And there′s spaceship drones and dinosaur bones And love is the answer, you're never, it won't