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• Artiste: Brook Pridemore
• Titre: Get Back
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It's 7:30 and the office is a ghost town So whatever happened to the Eddie I used to know? You got so good at pretending the good times were never ending You were a cartographer, location meant the most to ya And I was stuck somewhere in the west village, staring at the sun Wondering where it all went wrong If you every left, I wouldn't have reason number one to get back to you. You look so dapper in your trench coat and your pork pie hat You know, I've always wanted to be like that While you were out playing tic-tac-toe, I was passed out by the window You were a photographer, appearance meant the most to ya And I was sittin' stupid on the front porch, gone crazy, round the bend Wonderin' where the sidewalk ends If you ever left, I wouldn't have reason number one to get back to you. A gallon bottle full of beer cans and a bonsai tree That's all you've got left to show for your year at sea Tell me the reason that love is a lie, while I am silently crying You were a seismographer, I was all shook up for ya And you were like a cool breeze, blowin' cross the warm New Jersey shore, making me your whore And you're rock solid, proud to be the local social queen You're an oceanographer, obsessed with sand and water Me, I'm stuck somewhere up on City Island, where the train don't go I was destroyed by rock n' roll, and you're out to sea, And I ain't got reason number one to get back to you