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• Artiste: Plastic Constellations (The)
• Titre: Men In Dark Times
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We just can't stop runnin', the wheel's already turning around Because we're up against the furnace, the heat is making terrible sounds This water's rising at a terrible rate, we've got to escape With our lungs already burning, the past is catching up to us now It's time to shake off this unbearable weight before it's too late We're lacking in direction, but tearing big tracks in the ground But for the rest, we're just stuck in East St. Paul We never rest, we skip spring and summer, head straight to the fall With storm and stress, we turn to bank tellers at the earliest call Cause second best is never good enough when you're tryin' for it all You want to believe but you don't want to be wrong You gotta move on That's not a shower it's a hurricane You want to be heard but you don't want to be hard You gotta be strong We're in the middle of the churning waves We just can't stop running, the feeling's burning straight through so loud Because we're up against the churning, its loudest at this edge of the town This water's rising at a terrible rate, we've got to escape With our hearts already hurting the past is catching up to us now It's time to shake off this unbearable weight before it's too late Because we're lacking in direction but swearing that we'll never back down Clouds part, the sun and a fresh start Cause the path's clear ahead And hope's not dead Fight till the end