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• Artiste: Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster
• Titre: Wylie
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I feel like hell, I've caught the sickness once again. And I don't feel right! I ain't gettin' up. Think I'm slippin' away. I want to soar like the prophets before Addicted to the turbulence. Sucked in under false pretense I wanna say what needs to be said. Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushing in. These palms don't lie I can't focus, when the statics on Routines I hide don't mind killing this secrets mine. I want to soar like the prophets before Addicted to the turbulence. Sucked in under false pretense I wanna say what needs to be said. Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushing in. Got to stop myself I can't take this! When I fall the clouds won't cradle. Oh how tempting they are, make you feel like you have it all. DRIVE ME MAD A FULL ON RAMPAGE! THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE! Without the gospel losing the truth. I'm losing the truth