letra de plight - minutemen
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his face is young
his hands are old
the past is empty
blind and cold
all the sweat
on his back
grabs the dirt
it stains his shirt
push all day
he rests at night
do some hobbies
drink to forget
[spoken during verses]
a ton of sand at my feet
each a speck in a sp-ce
all collecting in a m-ss
pressure changing its shape, its direction, its purpose
as the sea tears it away from the land
more is pushed back
each different
each separate
all has changed and nothing has changed
when the momentum stops, the machine will die
for some reason we’re not alone
letras aleatórias
- the artist › letra de ro61nhud - nebesa - the artist
- catnaps › letra de oh telephone wires - catnaps
- nerton › letra de c'est ma faute - nerton
- matt dewar › letra de rose - matt dewar
- 3st › letra de bump, pt. 1 - 3st
- the southern tones › letra de it must be jesus - the southern tones
- jeffrey foucault › letra de blood brothers - jeffrey foucault
- perta › letra de from fire - perta
- yamashita › letra de perigo - yamashita
- colt ford › letra de southern methodist - colt ford