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• Artiste: Joey Cape & Tony Sly
• Titre: Move Your Car
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The story it grows older The story is no story here I never knew what it is There's no sign of it ending As I am it and ought to be They're telling me I am Bowling racecar driver Superficial hitman You're on the list at every door You don't bowl or race fast cars Composition competition, you drive Just because I don't go To the church where you reside I might as well forget it The nineties won't be back again Til I'm 48 years old I can be the hungry As I eat my words again Appealing yet appalling Rising to my falling Going to extreme ends, I am gagging on this scene Bowling racecar driver Superficial hitman You're on the list at every door You don't bowl or race fast cars Composition competition, you shift I'm the driver Over time in its defence I moved their car And for a moment it made sense But I fail them in the end I fail it in the end In the arms of old age Knowing only one to lose Feeling nothing more to hide Consider life a forgery As you're swimming in this stream, admit to fraudulence Driven to thought, resigned to go that way Bowling racecar driver Superficial hitman You're on the list at every door You don't bowl or race fast cars Composition competition, you drive Composition competition, I'm losing I fail them in the end I fail it in the end