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• Artiste: Ben Nichols
• Titre: Toadvine
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I rode myself into the ground But hell, it's almost over now I don't see nothing but the light Darkness filled my days The rising sun has shown the way And I don't see nothing but the light A preacher's lesson, simply armageddon The devil, he knows how to write Killer of men, no way to save them Hey now we all have to die You wouldn't think that out here A man could simply run clear Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, nothing but the light They took my ears in Omaha I thought me dead but I weren't at all And I left them bleeding in the mud They ran in me for horse thievery Between my eyes for all to see And I left them bleeding in the mud When this wall was made It was never meant to save everyone in kind I don't believe God much had me, had me much in mind You wouldn't think that out here A man could simply run clear Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, there's nothing but the light So tell the barkeep, "What is there to drink?" Just a minimal risk of blindness or death It all taste of ashes, seems that's always what we get It's all they have to give You wouldn't think that out here A man could simply run clear Out of country, but oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my, Nothing but the light