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Текст песни Buck 65 - Sore

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Vultures and helicopters, overhead I`m breaking downUsed car blues, it`s no time to joke aroundThe only solution I can think of so farIs to smash out the windows with a crowbarAnd as the headlights shatter into stars one by oneI curse at the road and try to knock out the sunI kick in the corner panels, son of a whoreThe paint starts to chip off as I rip off one of the doorsSame hotel room again with the right mixtureOf terrible smells and dead flies in the light fixtureI listen to the oldies station, half asleep and kind of smokeyGirl in the next room is howling like a coyoteHand in my pants, feeling like a phyllistineAll eyes empty, every door way a guillotineI`m drunk on loneliness, out of shape and half eatenThe phone don`t work and God`s in a staff meetingOut of breath at the end of a long summerWaiting for a phone call that isn`t a wrong numberA smile from a pretty girl, feet don`t fail meI sleep like a baby and get out of jail freeI spit my teeth in my hand and read the classifiedsPoke holes in my memories until I`m satisfiedI`m drawn to familiar environments and dangersI look at my photo albums and all I see are strangers

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