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Paroles de la chanson Clap Hands par Eric Church
Sane, sane, they're all insane
Fine is blind, the conductor is lame
Cincinnati jacket with a sad look dane
Hanging out the window
With a bottle for the blame
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands
Roll roll the thunder in a rain
Son bitches never comin' back here no more
Dude in the window with a bird on a pole
Always finding a millionaire to shovel off your coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam
Fine is blind, the conductor is lame
Cincinnati jacket with a sad look dane
Hanging out the window
With a bottle for the blame
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands
Roll roll the thunder in a rain
Son bitches never comin' back here no more
Dude in the window with a bird on a pole
Always finding a millionaire to shovel off your coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam
A hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Fifty dollar bill inside a paladin's head
Ain't nobody sure where mr. lickenboger's at
Roll roll the thunder in a roll
Son bitches never comin' back here no more
Dude in the window with a bird on a pole
Always finding a millionaire to shovel off your coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam
A hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Fifty dollar bill inside a paladin's head
Ain't nobody sure where mr. lickenboger's at
Shine, shine, Roosevelt dime
Goin' up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Fifty dollar bill inside a paladin's head
Ain't nobody sure where mr. lickenboger's at
Roll roll the thunder in a roll
Son bitches never comin' back here no more
Dude in the window with a bird on a pole
Always finding a millionaire to shovel off your coal
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap your hands, clap hands
I said steam, steam
A hundred bad dreams
Goin' up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
Fifty dollar bill inside a paladin's head
Ain't nobody sure where mr. lickenboger's at
Shine, shine, Roosevelt dime
All the way to baltimore, runnin' out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in a hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Salvation army seemed to wind up in a hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap your hands
Clap hands, clap hands
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