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• Artiste: Bryan Martin
• Titre: Buzzards
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Oh, black buzzards sittin' on a tree They keep on circlin' with their eyes on me My face is pale and my lips are blue They don't know the trouble that they're gettin' into 'Cause I ain't gonna run Sure ain't gonna hide And that mean old sun Still ain't left the sky 'Cause I've had that cold, still cold love Pressed against my head In this fight, I got a second chance Still ain't killed me dead I've had my heart broken in million pieces By the people I still love And damn, it really hard but it still ain't hard enough So if you wanna get the best of me It's gonna take more Than some buzzards in a tree Well, I can hear 'em laugh, I can hear 'em crow But this son of a bitch sure dies slow On my way up there, I'm lookin' thin They don't know yet, but I fooled 'em all again 'Cause I ain't gonna run Sure ain't gonna hide Mr. Sun Still burnin' up the sky 'Cause I've had that cold, still cold love Pressed against my head In this fight, I got a second chance Still ain't killed me dead I've had my heart broken in million pieces By the people I still love And damn, it really hard but it still ain't hard enough So if you wanna get the best of me It's gonna take more Than some buzzards in a tree Four black buzzards, now there's three One killed, the other one waitin' on me Three black buzzards, soon to be two Devil knows which one's about to lose