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Paroles de la chanson Out of Breath par Frank Turner
Somewhere down the road, well there's a ditch or there's a hole
That marks the spot where you will lie when you are cold.
And you can run and you can hide, and you can bitch and you can whine,
But you'll never save your life.
When you meet death, be out of breath,
And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired.
Now you can go down with the wreck or you can scurry from the deck
But there’s no way to save your skinny little neck,
That marks the spot where you will lie when you are cold.
And you can run and you can hide, and you can bitch and you can whine,
But you'll never save your life.
When you meet death, be out of breath,
And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired.
Now you can go down with the wreck or you can scurry from the deck
But there’s no way to save your skinny little neck,
And you can pray to who you please and you can fall down on your knees,
But your feet will still get wet.
When you meet death, be out of breath,
And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired
Of wondering how much time you've got left,
Of worrying that you're no good at chess.
It's your funeral anyway;
Choose your game, then let's play.
When you meet death, be out of breath,
And say you're pleased to see him -
In fact you're waiting for this meeting,
And well frankly his time-keeping
Leaves a lot to be desired,
So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired.
But your feet will still get wet.
When you meet death, be out of breath,
And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired
Of wondering how much time you've got left,
Of worrying that you're no good at chess.
It's your funeral anyway;
Choose your game, then let's play.
When you meet death, be out of breath,
And say you're pleased to see him -
In fact you're waiting for this meeting,
And well frankly his time-keeping
Leaves a lot to be desired,
So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired.
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