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• Artiste: Troubled Hubble
• Titre: Understanding Traffic
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I'm light and I'm heavy I'm here when you're ready Mentality's changed, but I stay the same Not a bike, not a worm I'm a car, I'm a germ On the Highway (highway) When your fist hits the wheel To drive us to feel And the animals think that we've got it all wrong Oh the way that you shine And spend all of your time on the highway Forward reverse This highway is cursed 'Til a hand is offered, by a nice man, who floats down in his traffic copter And he flies you away, like some famous pigeon And you're glad that he did, so you change your religion And swing right into me, the moment you wait Well that's the price you pay, for sleeping on your break I'm light and I'm heavy I'm here when you're ready Mentality's changed, but I stay the same Not a bike, not a worm I'm a car, I'm a germ On the Highway (highway) When your fist hits the wheel To drive us to feel And the animals think that we've got it all wrong Oh the way that you shine And spend all of your time on the highway