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• Artiste: Justin Farren
• Titre: The Painter Song
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Like a stain on a hardwood floor Or a slurpy machine at a liquor store Wonder how I'll ever come to leave this place Like a priest on Saturday night Or a dog in a kennel on a redeye flight It often seems the only thing that I can do is wait 'Cause it isn't safe It isn't safe To live outside yourself Is this the way you thought that things would be Living half alive, but mostly asleep In the corner there's some trim that needs a coat There was a funeral procession on the freeway Fancy cars, orange stickers, lining up in the slow lane Dresses, men in suits, and solemn faces, and ties And everybody wanted to go home But they had this feeling God was watching so they all kept on Stepped on the gas and stayed in line And when they stopped We all got out And we put you in the ground And it's funny 'cause it's always been this way When you die you get to leave, everyone else has to stay Think of things to do to fill the time 'till the end of the day And for the rest of their lifetime Worry that sometimes They both feel exactly the same But like a show that was over before they hit the lights Or some fool with a knife in the middle of a gunfight Maybe I'm just jumping ahead of myself