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• Artiste: Floating Men (The)
• Titre: This Invisible Life
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I don't ever get lost anymore I'm never falling behind 'Cause I don't care where I wind up sleeping And nobody notices what time I arrive It feels like a Sunday morning out I'm guessing it's June Maybe that highway leads to paradise Maybe it leads to the fountain of youth CHORUS: I'm going to hire me a spotlight And the finest crowd that money can buy I'm going to build me a grandstand And stand around staring down at the barren ground Of this invisible life I don't dream about wealth anymore And I don't let myself dream about fame And I refuse to dream about the poacher's daughter Or the laughter at midnight in the mud and the rain I've given up on ever joining the rodeo But I'd still make one hell of a spy I know I'll never be a Hollywood Romeo I'm too easy to see through and so hard to find CHORUS It's a glorious world out here And I'm a glorious man And it's a glorious day to wait around for a tow truck With both axles stuck in the sugar-white sand It feels like a Sunday morning out Hell, maybe it's noon Maybe that highway leads to the ocean And maybe it leads to the moon CHORUS