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• Artiste: Noe Venable
• Titre: Badlands
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I was drivin Through the badlands A woman screaming Cause she stuck in the radio (my heart will go on) He was a biker That's what he told me "where's your bike then?" "well, I burried the pieces Oily steel and bone" I aint hip on ditchin A stranger stranded at the lip of alone Liquid night There's a moon in my soup Liquid night They hang you up against the sky You are a feather I made a wish once You are a bluebird I am blue I just wanna get next to you Liquid night There's a moon in my soup Liquid night They hang you up against the sky Liquid night I'm afraid of what I read Liquid night And everyone's afraid of me Thirsty gazer Fraidy stare Father empty Are you there? Now you see me Now you shout The de the de the de the de the de The devil let me out Liquid night There's a moon in my soup Liquid night They hang you up against the sky Liquid night I'm afraid of what I read Liquid night And everyone's afraid of me (to the microtonal weeping of a violin, She goes loping, lonely, into the dark, Bemoaning hercursed wretched state) It aint a houseguest More like hotel And I have lived there And I have lived well The wind gets high and the fog gets low There are days when the dogs know Liquid night There's a moon in my soup Liquid night They hang you up against the sky Liquid night I'm afraid of what I read Liquid night And everyone's afraid of me