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• Artiste: Blues Traveler
• Titre: Rage
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When the fire In your belly ain't been shrinking And there's nothing Laying around that you could be drinking Take no mind As that stranger tries to pass you Is he blind? Or couldn't he clearly see the train? Couldn't he feel the bloody stain? Not that I'm one to complain Why do we chaw upon the pain? It's just the rage Just the rage Just rage Rage Close my eyes Pull me in and take my tongue Taste the lies That dance around us and we're among Break your heart Run out now and tear it up Then you can start To give that inner brat a hug Till the dickhead pulls the rug Take the fall from high above No details to what you love It's just the rage Just the rage Just rage Rage Calls a masterpiece "Come and paint me, here I am" And it's my disease That I am raging all the time Fought for reason, fought for rhyme Then I'm walking up the line The voice it calls I must abide Bound for glory on the other side It's just the rage Just rage Just rage Rage Just rage Just rage Just rage Just rage Just rage Rage Rage Rage