Paroles de la chanson The Human Race par Shovels & Rope
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Paroles de la chanson The Human Race par Shovels & Rope
I'm burning up inside, I can't think clearly
Threatened us so nearly, everything I love so dearly
Save the world a lot of grief, could be that simple
Shall we just get it over with and take one in the temple?
Nobody wins in the human race
A candy-colored masquerade
What a bold mistake
Maybe I've had all I can take
I had a bad dream where all my teeth
Crumbled in my hand
I could explode upon command
Threatened us so nearly, everything I love so dearly
Save the world a lot of grief, could be that simple
Shall we just get it over with and take one in the temple?
Nobody wins in the human race
A candy-colored masquerade
What a bold mistake
Maybe I've had all I can take
I had a bad dream where all my teeth
Crumbled in my hand
I could explode upon command
Dissolve right where I stand I
In the darkest corners of my mind
I wanna feel the sunshine
Cut free the ties that bind
Figure out what seek to find
Nobody wins in the human race
A candy-colored masquerade
What a chance to take
Maybe I've had all I can take
You gotta go, it's the price of admission
Follow your intution
Stick around 'til the party's over
And fear not the serpents at your feet
Love everyone you meet
'Fore you're six feet 'neath the clover
And you will dig a dozen rows
In the darkest corners of my mind
I wanna feel the sunshine
Cut free the ties that bind
Figure out what seek to find
Nobody wins in the human race
A candy-colored masquerade
What a chance to take
Maybe I've had all I can take
You gotta go, it's the price of admission
Follow your intution
Stick around 'til the party's over
And fear not the serpents at your feet
Love everyone you meet
'Fore you're six feet 'neath the clover
And you will dig a dozen rows
And you'll plant them in the spring
Count the days till your hands get tough
And try not to cry
For the in the by and by
Shit and death
Turn to good dirt if you give it long enough
Count the days till your hands get tough
And try not to cry
For the in the by and by
Shit and death
Turn to good dirt if you give it long enough
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