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• Artiste: Colony House
• Titre: Atomic
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Sunday November 5th of 23 We fell back in time, I rolled my eyes While watching trees shake off their leaves When the night comes early I can hardly sleep So, I found an old familiar movie I used to love, and I could rent for cheap About an asshole who meets his younger self But he hates the boy in front of him who's only trying to figure out Where he is and how he got there Stuck inside a loser's house who just turns out to be him in 30 years And it makes me wonder Yeah, it makes me wonder And it makes me wonder How long it's been Yeah, it makes me wonder How long it's been since I've cried my eyes out so hard I lost track of time and where I am Yeah, it makes me wonder if I'm a good man If it takes something atomic to blow my heart to bits so I can feel again (Why) Yeah, it makes me wonder Yeah, it makes me wonder if I got (time) Yeah, it makes me wonder if I got time to come alive In Grove St. Cemetery, walking with a friend While surrounded by the brightest minds the world had ever met One rock boasts of pedigree Another etched in all degrees Though most stones you can't quite read Their buried bones still speak And they make me wonder how long it's been since I've cried my eyes out so hard I lost track of time and where I am Yeah, it makes me wonder if I'm a good man If it takes something atomic to blow my heart to bits so I can feel again (Why) Yeah, it makes we wonder Yeah, it makes me wonder if I've got (time) I don't get emotional about things like this usually But buried underneath my skin A critic dies to be naive again I don't get emotional about things like this usually But buried underneath my skin A critic dies to just feel anything To just feel anything Yeah, it makes me wonder how long it's been since I've cried my eyes out so hard I lost track of time and where I am Yeah, it makes me wonder if I'm a good man If it takes something atomic to blow my heart to bits so I can feel again