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• Artiste: Flatliners (The)
• Titre: This Repirator
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These four wheels feel like home to me Enough with living broke at home and bank robberies These faces I see and these fumes I breathe... It's proof enough this is where I want to be These photographs tell a story of their own Two fists, white knuckles on a microphone These highway lines, these miles and miles They breathe It's just begun and our broken backs are so cold These four wheels feel like home to me These doors close and we're chasing the sky This chaos brews and keeps us alive Why rade the world when the world is mine? Why give up now when all we've got is time? Looking through this broken glass, these dreams invade the ceiling They could fall so fast but now we're knee-deep in this shit Oh make it last A lifetime of wanting and waiting and deadly persuading The volume's too quiet now These tires' tread mark a special occasion And my ears haven't stopped ringing out As these notes are bellowed they'll rip you apart So let these flat chords just break your heart And who the fuck said we were giving up? Cause it's just begun It's just begun and our broken backs are so cold These four wheels feel like home to me And I feel like I never want to go home We could stop the world and we could tear it apart These four wheels feel like home to me They breathe