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Paroles de la chanson Opus par Black Country, New Road
What we built from Black Country ground
In your car out of this small town
You on back of my new push-bike
Wheelie-ing down Thunder Road tonight
I never felt so brave
On that unusually forgiving Sunday
What we built to keep ourselves warm
Burn your hand and charm the locals
All those mistakes laid out plainly
Anyone could see it was the clamp that was breaking me
And one more time
For the record
Everybody's coming up
In your car out of this small town
You on back of my new push-bike
Wheelie-ing down Thunder Road tonight
I never felt so brave
On that unusually forgiving Sunday
What we built to keep ourselves warm
Burn your hand and charm the locals
All those mistakes laid out plainly
Anyone could see it was the clamp that was breaking me
And one more time
For the record
Everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
Everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
Everybody's coming up
I guess I, I should have had something else to say
And now everybody's coming up
What we built must fall to the rising flames
Oh, everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
Oh, oh, everybody's coming up
I guess, in some way
Everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
Everybody's coming up
I guess I, I should have had something else to say
And now everybody's coming up
What we built must fall to the rising flames
Oh, everybody's coming up
I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
Oh, oh, everybody's coming up
I guess, in some way
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