Paroles Rocks In The Dryer de Michou

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Dad I'd like you to see me as your son.
My mother was the pot: she held the warm dirt ready for your seed.
In her embrace you've seen me grow, and
now I'm out there on the road meeting girls who move their
tongues in figure eights

I showed up drunk to graduation.
That's been my way of moving on:
Pills and highway getaways, they made blurs feel like a light parade
But this tunnel has no clear end

And I think it's time that I made some investments
and made my way away.
And I think it's time, I listened to the priests who warned for misery
because so far it's all I've seen
And so far they've been dead on, and yeah, it's getting pretty hot in here too.

The smoke that's trailing from your cigarette,
it dreams of yellow fingers and a voice that sounds like rocks in the dryer
I've seen some cute things but you host
A scent that smells like east Japan, and the smell of 15 other men.
My love, you can't very well get your life back now.

And I think it's time that I made some investments
and made my way away.
And I think it's time, I listened to the priests who warned for misery
because so far it's all I've seen
And so far it's been dead on, and yeah, it's getting pretty hot in here too.

I've seen some cute things but you host
A scent that smells like east Japan, and the smell of 15 other men.
My love, you can't very well get your life back now.

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