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• Artiste: Ken Lombardi
• Titre: Broken Picks And Empty Bottles
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Last Night We Fell Like A Soidler Charging To Hell And We Dreamed About How It Used To be And How One Day I'm Going To Break Free But Now Im Lost ( I Hope This Ends With The Day) Looking For The ROpe YOu NEver Tossed. (The Ocean is Breking Like The Back Of My Faith) Its ALmost Like I'm Lost At Sea So I'll Close My Eyes And Let The Waves Eat Me (I am Crashing Down Like A 747 Falling Straight From A Cloud) Chours Up Another NIght In The Same Old Town While You Are Crying In SOme HOtel Drifting Off To Sleep My Dreams My Hell And I'm STill Lying Cause I Won't Tell. If I Could I'd Change But my Mind Is A Ball And Chain Its Dragging Me Down Way To Deep With All The Secrets I Must Keep Chours ( Nothing Is BEtter Then Those Days We Took Those Walks Around The Town Just To See How The Place Looked Those Moments Which Ment Nothing Are Now More Then Anything The NIghts We Watch The Trains Are More Addicting Then Exstacy)