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• Artiste: Dipsomaniacs (The)
• Titre: Luncheon
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So we got caught No more riding bikes Like infernal horses On stone ground What's the rush? Can't you see We're doing just fine It's just hope against hope To think we can evade the plan Daddy's cool He's been around He sailed the world, you know Brought home tons of stupid toys His pockets filled with blow Fake a smile Microwave a dream A resurrection from last night Bring to life another promise You know I just can't keep My nose is growing bigger, baby Even as we speak Break both legs for double luck I need it to perform When November strikes like lightning I play asshole to keep warm <i>[Solo]</i> Break both legs for double luck I need it to perform When November strikes like lightning I play asshole to keep warm Called a friend Didn't quite know what to say It's been a while since then Everything from this to that The weather to Zen Two good-to-hear-your-voices One hope-I'll-see-you-again I recall the tickling smell Of wet, fresh summer grass All those nights The chats we had We thought it all could last