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Patlal
You ask too many questions


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Judge this song!
#26396221 - 12/22/19 07:32 PM (4 years, 1 month ago) |
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Lyrics:
One more day to get up At the same time as the sun The face still a bit pooped From my four hours of sleep, yeah! I pull a couple puffs from a cig Job done for vitamins And a good mop water coffee So as to look a bit better, yeah! I take the Florida's Turnpike Tomorrow night I'll be in Montmagny No trucker is not quite Klondike But you see the country, yeah! Especially as it makes you realize What lies behind the beautiful landscapes There are so many inequalities And suffering on the faces The question that constantly gnaws on me But how do all these people do To still believe in life In this hypocrisy It's so sad that sometimes When I come back home And I'm parking my old truck I see America crying In my rearview mirror I'm pulling in my trailer All the excesses of my time Frozen overabundance Doped, over-packed, yeah! While wishful thinking goes down the drain Our carelessness is satisfied It's in the bottom of the containers That the surplus will rot The question that constantly gnaws on me But what will our children do When nothing is left But ruins and hunger It's so sad that sometimes When I come back home And I'm parking my old truck I see America crying In my rearview mirror On the Interstate '95 All dreams go out in smoke A car on fire in a ramp A fatal accident, yeah! And in the middle of this jam No respect for death Each at their turn plays the horn So eager to go nowhere The question that constantly gnaws on me But where are all these people going? There are so many cars everywhere The world turned crazy It's so sad that sometimes When I come back home And I'm parking my old truck I see America crying In my rearview mirror Another highway truck stop Stuck there to eat shit It's true that in today's soup There isn't so much love, yeah! We killed human warmth With the chain service On TV another nutjob Just triggered a shootout The question that constantly gnaws on me But how do these poor people To cross the whole course Of a loveless life It's so sad that sometimes When I come back home And I'm parking my old truck I see America crying In my rearview mirror But still, me too When I drive alone in the night I wonder sometimes what I'm doing here Caught in the backcountry, yeah! I think about everything I missed With Mimi and the two girls And I have this fucked feeling To be a stranger in my own family The question that constantly gnaws on me, Why work so much Get away from those I love All this to play the game It's so sad that sometimes When I'm far from home Sitting in my old truck I see America crying Somewhere deep in my heart https://lyricstranslate.com
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Dekozn
Stranger than kindness


Registered: 04/12/06
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Re: Judge this song! [Re: Patlal]
#26396250 - 12/22/19 07:46 PM (4 years, 1 month ago) |
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Wow, you really took the effort to translate that! Honestly I rate it 0 out of whatever you want. I think it's just not my genre.
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spirit_shadow
Feature not a bug



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Re: Judge this song! [Re: Dekozn]
#26396567 - 12/23/19 12:03 AM (4 years, 1 month ago) |
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I rate this song.... 23.5 out of 100 's
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