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• Artiste: Southland (The)
• Titre: Radio
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Mad dog is walking home Drunk out of his hands. His feet: a rhythym he can hum along His face: a map of the land Don't bother flipping that song He knows his way and leaves to his roads Tries to hammer out his favorite song The only way of leaving: his bones [Chorus] Please come by me But now, they're coming back Raised by the Ra-di-o Now, they're coming all the way back Got a camera with a flashboat She pulls it out when everyone's high If you're flipping through a chronochrome It seems like he was always good times Knocked up, pouring shots at the daily pint She's alone, she's surrounded Slides an extra one to mad dog Knows his story, it's a sad one [Chorus] Please come by me But now, they're coming back Raised by the Ra-di-o Now, they're coming all the way back People rise and people peak and people winding down People see you they won't leave they've got you figured out When you're golden when you're creaking with your tired eyes When you see the life worth leaving something behind He's got an old-timey radio He's always looking down on high fives Wants a fedora and a wide lapel Wishes he was alive when they were in style Barely old enough to hit the bars, But the kids looking confident. Sarah blinds him for a photograph, Says it's a window for us to look back. Please come by me But now, they're coming back Raised by the Ra-di-o Now, they're coming back Please come by me But now, they're coming back Raised by the Ra-di-o Now, they're coming all the way back