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• Artiste: Broken Remotes (The)
• Titre: Standby
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Tie your noose on catch the train and head downtown Treading water in a sea of blue and brown See me as you walk the length of the platform See right through where these old 501's are torn Find a place where you can sit and drown your fears With stubborn cocktails of big plans and wasted years Referee the brawl between the conscious and the not Trading punches in an unlit parking lot I'm on standby The power's on but I'm still not making noise Walking through these landmines They're only dangerous ‘cause we don't know where they are Find my way back through this distorted guitar “Please use the other,” reads the sign upon the door You haven't felt this way since 1994 Glassy eyes and sweaty palms betray your calm Can't put your finger on the very thing that's wrong I'd rather lick the sidewalk than kiss the soles of your shoes The taste of the street is a bitter one and you're a better man than I think it's harder to remember than it is to forget Where we all started, ‘cause you haven't left there yet I'm on standby The power's on but I'm still not making noise Walking through these landmines They're only dangerous ‘cause we don't know where they are Find my way back through this