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Born in a Poor family
Raised in a poor country
From tombstone and car thief
you're now far from little mischief
Bursting with determination
Ambition as your best weapon
Couldn't you think of a better solution
Rather than feeding people with poison
You came across the white powder
The one that gave you power
Delivered by plane or 'copter
You were so proud of this empire
Embracing bribe as your bride
No one could scratch your pride
Intimidation, corruption
Spared you from a real prison
Even if your life got better
better, better, better
“ I came across the white powder
The one that gave me power
Delivered by plane or 'copter
I was so proud of this empire ”
Against your foolest enemies
You always have mercenaries
Sending your faithful Sicarios
As you're quietly smoking cigarillos
Even if your life got better
better, better, better
Living life in the fast lane,
Sped by your dear cocaine
Who do you see when you shave
As you surf the white wave
Trading black for white bread
Got you a bounty on your head
You wanted the American dream
But they fired you from their team
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On my knees
04:19
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I rue the day,
When I let myself go,
Darkness has inlaid,
But avoid deep thoughts and now,
And now, and now, and now.
You’ll never forget,
You tried to understand,
You seek an escape,
Despite the pain we stand and now,
And now, and now, and now.
Like a storm in your brain,
What he said is true, I’m sorry baby,
Please do take the right end,
Don't despise me I’m on my knees and now,
And now, and now, and now.
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My pain
03:57
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Lost in this city thinking of you
Punishing me thinking it through
All streets are alike wandering through the crowd
Dodging every bike, everything is allowed
My pain, My pain
Dark streets, red lights not thinking straight
That trip won't be my first mistake
Men looking for women Love is on sale
Nothing's forbidden But I'm still in jail
Sheep among wolves Used as bait
Just need a few moves How much for a date
My pain, My pain
Dark streets, red lights not thinking straight
That trip won't be my first mistake
Can't fill this hole
That's why I prowl
You and I were a whole
That's why I howl
You behind the window
Help me with my sorrow
Do it right, do it slow
Make me come and go
Dark streets, red lights not thinking straight
Even cocaine can't ease the pain
My pain, My pain
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4. |
Highway
00:40
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5. |
Don't walk this way
05:47
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It's hard to find your own place
When you’re rejected by society
You've never found grace
In the eyes of your family
Dropping school
Rejecting all rules
You're just a tool for all those fools
No turning back from this highway
Don't walk this way!
Don't run away!
No coming back from this highway
Don't go this way!
Don't be a prey!
You hear them preach
Sounds like a promise
You drink their speech
Mastering you like a novice
You follow their path
You’re now their slave
They use your wrath claiming you're brave
No turning back from this highway
Don't walk this way!
Don't run away!
No coming back from this highway
Don't go this way!
Don't be a prey!
Before them you kneel
Before you people scream
Tell me how you feel
Have you any self-esteem?
Proud of what you've achieved
What reward you’ll receive?
You've been so well deceived
How could you be so naive?
No turning back from this highway
Don't walk this way!
Don't run away!
No coming back from this highway
Don't go this way!
Don't be a prey!
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Tenemos Roads Lille, France
Tenemos Roads est un groupe de rock du Nord de la France créé en 2016 et puisant ses influences dans garage-rock et le post-punk anglo-saxon.
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