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Paroles de la chanson Torture par The Lafontaines
I speak to nameless faces
Tripped on a thousand stages
Wasted countless pages
I'll never know their worth
I've found what true romance is
I wasted second chances
Been hit for crooked glances
I'll never bite my tongue
I've seen the desert sands
Walked the road on broken lands
Callous on my hardened hands
Show up when the work is done
I've never crashed a car
But driven drunk from open bars
Windows down with air guitars
All part of growing up
I've lost a friend or two
Differences in point of view
The things that I done, put you through
But never doubt my motive
I hope for smaller gains
A living wage, punctual trains
Summers with forgotten rains
Take me back to being young
I speak of promised lands on the vista
Only emphasized in the mind of the listener
On the road to going somewhere, don't know the destination
But driven drunk from open bars
Windows down with air guitars
All part of growing up
I've lost a friend or two
Differences in point of view
The things that I done, put you through
But never doubt my motive
I hope for smaller gains
A living wage, punctual trains
Summers with forgotten rains
Take me back to being young
I speak of promised lands on the vista
Only emphasized in the mind of the listener
On the road to going somewhere, don't know the destination
I might turn off the beaten track to find some validation
She tortures every level of me
Then goes on floating through her day
I beat myself into submission
While she stays one arms length away
A choice of broken words. and we connect with no reception
Hard to feel accepted when you only know rejection
I'm speaking for the spoken, if you're trying for the tried
I've been tangled up in knots, lacing boots already tied
I'm building walls that I can scale up in my sleep
She tortures every level of me
Then goes on floating through her day
I beat myself into submission
While she stays one arms length away
A choice of broken words. and we connect with no reception
Hard to feel accepted when you only know rejection
I'm speaking for the spoken, if you're trying for the tried
I've been tangled up in knots, lacing boots already tied
I'm building walls that I can scale up in my sleep
I made you cry a waterfall, so you could say I'm deep
But I remember future planning, on idle nights, we'd lay and set the scene
Burning minutes on conversations, like we were teens
Now we've lost our point of reference, no GPS can find it
Another wide remark, you're so fuckin' narrow minded
You're working on the weekend, I'm always so excited
Cause yeah I love to party, just not when you're invited
And I've been on the cusp of something better
And I just went to meet someone, and now I can't forget her
But I remember future planning, on idle nights, we'd lay and set the scene
Burning minutes on conversations, like we were teens
Now we've lost our point of reference, no GPS can find it
Another wide remark, you're so fuckin' narrow minded
You're working on the weekend, I'm always so excited
Cause yeah I love to party, just not when you're invited
And I've been on the cusp of something better
And I just went to meet someone, and now I can't forget her
On the road to going somewhere, don't know the destination
I might turn off the beaten track to find some validation
She tortures every level of me
Then goes on floating through her day
I beat myself into submission
While she stays one arms length away
A choice of broken words. and we connect with no reception
Hard to feel accepted when you only know rejection
I'm speaking for the spoken, if you're trying for the tried
I've been tangled up in knots, lacing boots already tied
I might turn off the beaten track to find some validation
She tortures every level of me
Then goes on floating through her day
I beat myself into submission
While she stays one arms length away
A choice of broken words. and we connect with no reception
Hard to feel accepted when you only know rejection
I'm speaking for the spoken, if you're trying for the tried
I've been tangled up in knots, lacing boots already tied
She tortures every level of me
Then goes on floating through her day
I beat myself into submission
While she stays one arms length away
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