Correction Paroles God, The Devil And Bruce Springsteen par Wil Wagner

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The hotel cleaning lady
Is wearing your perfume
It lingers in the hallway as she leaves
There is air between the pillows
And a silence fills the room
It sits on clouds of aerosol and potpourri
We are flying out to Darwin
In the middle of wet season
Always found the locals comforting and calming
Like a sweaty voice of reason

Said that I was gonna miss you
In a way we both believed
Sat and listened to the future
Talked to God, the Devil, and Bruce Springsteen

I'm dumb as bricks, and twicе as slow
But it's the year of the rat, baby, didn't you know?
I'm dumb as bricks, and twicе as slow
But it's the year of the rat, baby, didn't you know?

In this conglomerate of nothing
Filled with the nostalgia of a thousand American cities
This culmination of what's coming
Set to the endless hum, the beating drum of dirty electricity
If we can't make it stop
Turn it into something we want
Said you wouldn't be picking sides
Got "I picked a side, ask me why"
Tattooed on the side of your goddamn face
I got a mind to break, I wanna break my mind
I'm breaking down after getting recognised in the JobSeeker line
I can smell a sparkler-bomb residue of the factory floor
I don't think like you, because I'm still poor

I said that I was going to miss ya
In a way that sounded fake
Kept my distance the whole winter
I didn't want to raise the stakes

I'm dumb as bricks, and twice as slow
But it's the year of the rat, baby, didn't you know?
I'm dumb as bricks, and twice as slow
But it's the year of the rat, baby, didn't you know?

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