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• Artiste: Mark Gunnery
• Titre: Dit Plus Facile Que Fait
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Chinatown Bus, 8pm 95 South, heading back again The sun drops low against a yellow sky The city looks nice, I don't know why I came to NY with a 2-day plan Now it's one week later, and look where I am Same city, different day, but we're finally leaving town All I can see are these factories, and I wish I could tear them down Tompkins Square, a few days back Some friends, a guitar, and a backpack They're copping dope, walking off real quick Coming back, nodding off, it's sad as shit I know too many good people who have sold their hope To a broken record and a bag of dope And it's sad to see a friend fall when you thought the war was won I act as if that's easy, yeah, it's easier said than done J Train station, scammed a pass Heading out to Brooklyn, looking back Got a big heart and an empty hand A friend and a pack and tentative plans Drank 40s til dawn with a bunch of good kids Went to sleep and woke late just to do it again Late night biking and punk rock shows, the finer things indeed Socializing and organizing, spreading the seed 2 hearts beating, a kiss in the dark A beautiful woman, an industrial park Manhattan skyline, East River shore A moment in time never seen before It's nice to find beauty in a fucked up place With the poverty and misery this creates And it's strange to think that one day it'll all come crashing down And if no ones around to hear it, you think it'll make a sound? Orange moon glowing, Philadelphia fades, Straight 48, southbound train At last we're moving, the warm wind blows To Baltimore or Pittsburgh, who really knows I'm thinking about her, it's probably 3am Heading free through the Appalachian Mountains I'm awake, my eyes wide open, another day's ahead One lung pumps for the living, the other pumps for the dead