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• Artiste: Shinedown
• Titre: Dirthouse
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House is empty windows are broken Flames are shootin' out my mind Trains rollin' down a B railed path Night air is cold, looks pitch black Hands on Hands on the clock, now reach twelve Hands on I'm unsettled, and stained as hell Dirthouse appears and shape and fall Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song for me Dogs in the yard, Barkin' at a stranger Hand and knee I don't believe it's that easy to walk on in Situation I've been in for so long So long have I been runnin' away, So long In this house I was meant to stay Dirthouse appears and shape and fall Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song for me, Yeah Deep in the heart of a memory Lies a connection if you can see Sun comes out breaths on your back Hands unleashed, Oh the attack Hands on Hands on the clock, now reach twelve Hands on I'm unsettled, and stained as hell Dirthouse appears and shape and fall Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song Dirthouse appears and shape and fall Reminds me of the place, I was born Dirthouse appeals to all that's wrong Lyin' on the backboards Thinking of a song for me, Yeah (Thanks to Johnny for these lyrics)