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• Artiste: John Butler Trio
• Titre: The Way Back
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We are looking for salvation, some of us don't even know We are swimming in an ocean, all just looking for the shore If you slave away for dollars and your dollars. They don't grow Maybe you're the wrong equation or the algorithm broke And the screens yelling out with the great big roar You should try a little harder, you could do a little more You could have a piece of the pie get what you are destined for You can be that 1 percentile with that 99 below Whoa, hard times if it's truth that you seek Whoa "9-to-5", you'd be lucky you can keep Whoa, feel the vibe, you can smell it on the street Oh, I would say it's just a shame, but I thought you'd agree I can scroll away for hours, I can rot up all my brain I can drown in all the data and desensitize my pain I tried to make some dollars, found out it was just a game And that game is fucking rigged by that rich fat man again They say, "Steal away from Peter just to give it to Paul." Compartmentalize my reason and justify it all Fighting one another but we don't know why How can you not laugh? How can you not cry? And, so, I'm making a decision not to close my eyes Get over my privilege, get over my pride And one more thing, man. Fucking get over yourself This is not about you, it's 'bout everyone else And the way Back sometimes can be a rough one Baby, OK I don't wanna go back to the way it was Hey. Sometimes I cry. Damn! That shit was fucking broke But the way back eludes my eyes, my eyes, eyes We are looking for salvation some of us don't even know We are swimming in an ocean, all just looking for the shore If you slave away for dollars and your dollars. They don't grow Maybe you're the wrong equation or the systems fucking broke And the screens yelling out with the great big roar You should try a little harder, you could do a little more You could have a piece of the pie get what you are destined for You can be that 1 percentile with that 99 below Whoa, hard times if it's truth that you seek Whoa "9-to-5", you'd be lucky you can keep Whoa, feel the vibe, you can smell it on the street Oh, I would say it's just a shame, but I thought you'd agree That the way Back sometimes can be a rough one Baby, OK I don't wanna go back to the way it was Hey Sometimes I cry. Damn! That shit was fucking broke But the way back eludes my eyes, my eyes, eyes