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letra de black snake, mojave blues - balto

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[verse 1]
with the edge of the mojave curling up into the fire
the highway is a black snake, the back of which i ride
i can feel the city breathing out over the rise
but the engine coughs and shudders, i think the dream’s about to die
with the final mile stretched out, the needle met the dash
i ran hard upon a promise but i couldn’t make it last

[verse 2]
well, i swore there on the hood with the skyline below
that i’d walk among the failures, shipwrecked sailors, and their gold
the undiscovered g*nius, the thousand secret songs
the million dollar smiles getting tired, getting old
hey there, baby, don’t you look so sad
the sun is just a big star running out of g-g-g-gas

[chorus]
warning to the saints not to look into the lights
nothing there to save you when you’ve sold it to the night
p-wn whatever’s left to lose beneath the palms
for every fire burning, there’s an ocean in the dark
in the dark
yeah-eah-eah

[verse 3]
burnouts on the blacktop, restless in the heat
leather under leather, empty veins, and busted strings
nebraska girl, no longer checking groceries, saving tips
she’s a shadow ‘neath the shadow of a phone that never rings
call the number at the bottom of that faded billboard sign
if you start to get too lonely and you need someone to change your mind

[verse 4]
well, you ghosts that never made it, take your seats behind the bar
sing your karaoke music in the sp-ce between the stars
just a small town girl, supersonic rocket man
tell me all about your pain, tell me all about your plans
all you television spirits, can i buy y’all a round?
i’ve played every dive in portland but i’m kinda new in town

[chorus]
warning to the saints not to look into the lights
nothing there to save you when you’ve sold it to the night
p-wn whatever’s left to lose beneath the palms
for every fire burning, there’s an ocean in the dark
in the dark
whoaaa

[breakdown]

[outro]
with the edge of the mojave curling up into the fire
the highway is a black snake, the back of which i ride
i can feel the city breathing out over the rise
but the engine coughs and shudders, i think the dream’s about to die
with the final mile stretched out, the needle met the dash
i ran hard upon a promise but i couldn’t make it

- balto

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