Текст песни Sloan - 400 Metres
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Can`t you see the black strap?It holds me up, for the last lap.I know I said I had a good time.But now I`m sprawled across the finish line.I`m pickin up the straws,And now I`m wonderin` how I did because,The situation`s heavy,And the competition`s thin,now I`ve got(S) to wake up,So I can get back on my feet again.Could you spare some common sense?It`s a brave Gamble, so just give it up.Now you know about those people in the sky,Well they`re the same folks that held me up.I`m sortin` out my flaws,Because I`m runnin` last place, and the look on my face says,This record`s disappearing, and my system is on the mend,But I`ll never know who wins until I make it to the end.Take care of what you preach, right?`Cause noone cares about your Mic-frightBut when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think,that I should stop thinkin` about you that way.Whooo.The Signing of this Mock-Simulation.Plots a course towards some clarification,It`s a keenly realized Fabrication,Comin` from your radio station.But I`ll be runnin` 400 metres,again...