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• Artiste: Stephen Covell
• Titre: The Kid
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Nobody liked the kid who was always right 'It's lonely up here on the top,' he thought, 'If only I could get a little conversation Like the ones I love on the radio station' Oh, nobody liked the kid always in fights Bloodied lips and power trips Caught hell after that night If only he could get a little faith in learning I'd go pickin' up the bricks from the bridges he's burning And once he found the middle ground Doors flew open the way we were hoping they would We all came out to see what the fuss was all be about Tapped on his shoulder as I pushed through the crowd But he just stood there in the street smiling at the clouds Like a sun flower Outside the window leaning in Keeps me up at night He's my favorite little sin He's way too bright to look directly at But he's more than just that He's my friend Nobody thought his bluff would amount to much When he said his goodbyes, all he got back were tired eyes 'I'm a rock,' he cried 'It's time to roll,' we sighed Could it be that the world outside this room is just imagined? Canvas back drops to hide the life he's trapped in He's like nothing I've ever seen So maybe he's just a dream