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• Artiste: Atticus
• Titre: Stuck On Blue
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What happens as time passes? You grow old, you grow cold She waits on the south side It's the wrong side for a good time We lie, we cry, we deny and eventually die on hold With a drum solo in hell City nightline, country moonshine We're selling souls and we're having a good time She wades through the alleyways in an acid haze It's the good ole days Well I love her, like no other What am I gonna tell her mother now? My heart beating out of my chest like a drum solo in hell Sometimes we get tired of the lives we've somehow found Time won't stop tickin', and the years are windin' down Yet so many know, afraid to say something And they watch us grow old while we grow into nothing And we made a mistake, we don't know what to do Now I'm stuck on blue Now it's raining, music's playing I hear the voices but don't know what they're saying She holds my hand in the Chevy van I'll take her out of this wasteland Well she's older, but I know her And tonight's finally pulled her cover down As she cries as she realizes shakin' like a drum solo in hell