Boilermaker - Last Stop on the Way to Vegas | Текст песни

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We said goodbye to Arden, said goodbye to home. Gave our regards to Arden and we were gone, we were thrown. Who won't believe them? I won't be led to believe in you. We won't believe them, we won't be led to believe in you. This armchair cracked under the stress under the strain. We'd been strapped in for days. I closed my eyes, slipped into the darkness, slipped into this dream. They swarmed around us. Time for the reserves to kick in.

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