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• Artiste: Zach Bryan
• Titre: Bowery
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Aw, sorry, fuck, my- One, two, three, four Young man, there's a place you can go, you can hide I know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfied You want the world, want the girl, everything in between And she was sitting next to me last night at the bowery Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic Telling me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone I told her that she's everything that I lack deep inside That I'll always see her in the passenger seat Of that black two-seater was parked out in the rain You picked the wrong one If you're in it for the long run 'Cause I got the passion But I don't give it away But when the time's right I'm a hell of a good night I'll make you burn bright As the heat of the day Rolled down out of bed, it's underneath the overpass Thought we'd have a look around my old stomping ground Girl, it's so pretty, won't you leave the city For a while? Thumbed a ride up the road, winter winds blowing cold "Jesus is Lord" up ahead on the billboard But you're nice, sure, it shows when you roll your eyes You picked the wrong one If you're in it for the long run And I got the passion But I don't give it away But when the time's right I'm a hell of a good night I'll make you burn bright As the heat of the day You picked the wrong one If you're in it for the long run I got the passion But I don't give it away But when the time's right I'm a hell of a good night I'll make you burn bright As the heat of the day