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• Artiste: Crooked Fingers
• Titre: Wrecking Ball
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Reaching for your gun, you had none, so you stabbed a wounded arm And you drank the blood of a bleeding friend And quit your lying face of trust and love you once offered traces of Knowing well you were never meaning them And you laughed and you danced and it let you feel fine for a while Hanging out with the kids who you knew soon would fall out of style And took your mark at dawn down a line of destruction you had drawn Through a town you were never welcome in And dug your fingers good in the cracks in the mortar, steel, and wood As you drank your cup of sweet revenge And you plotted and planned and you counted the days til they came Hiding up in your tower, tuning out every fool who complained It's so long looking down what you're on If your speech is so lame and just goes on and on If it makes you feel good, you can make them feel bad It's an easy call So when nothing remains you can stand there and claim You've destroyed them all You've destroyed them all Now all your love's a grave and every year disappears I heard someone mark the season you went wasting in So take your walk at dawn through the line of destruction you had drawn Through to rear your head to sink again It's a long way to walk when you're wrong If you're sneaking through town with your wrecking ball on If it makes you feel good, you can make them feel bad It's an easy call So when nothing remains you can stand proud and claim You've destroyed them all It's so easy Take a swing and watch them fall You're a wrecking ball