Sic Waiting - Lines in the Road (acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Lines in the Road (acoustic)

Where the fuck is the green grass?

I’ve been around this town to every underpass

and searched to the best of my ability

The best I can hope for now

is the ground under the leaves under my feet

(ch)

So let it be known, I’m coming home

to the lines in the road where I belong

I found myself on a long drive over county lines

Let it be known

Down here the enemy is just the passing time

and maydayers and naysayers are no friends of mine

Our darkest days turn into brightest nights

and soon enough you find, they’re the best times of your life

and it’s your life.

(ch)

(br)

It’s easy to forget the exact time we died

But harder to forget the reasons why

You won’t find me raising flags of solid white

With the four famous last words ‘at least we tried’

(ch x2)

So where the fuck is the green grass? I’ve been around this town to every

underpass and searched to the best of my ability. The best I can hope for now

is the ground under the leaves under my feet. So let it be known, I’m coming

home to the lines in the road where I belong. I found myself on a long drive over

county lines, let it be known. Down here the enemy is just the passing time, and

maydayers and naysayers are no friends of mine. Our darkest days turn into

brightest nights, and soon enough you’ll find they’re the best times of your life,

and it’s your life. It’s easy to forget the exact time we died, but harder to forget

the reasons why. You won’t find me raising flags of solid white, with the four

famous last words ‘at least we tried.’

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