jeudi 28 novembre 2013

Music : The Dead Weather - No Horse (Studio Version)


I ain't got no horse
I ain't got no horizon
And just the scar on both my eyes
I swear I got from crying
Where I was born it don't matter
There ain't no going back
I have no home to take you
I never dream like that
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself

Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, what the hell, hell, hell
I don't want you to like me
There's no way that you can
I don't want you to touch me, honey
I am just so mad
There ain't no kind of feeling
All my [incomprehensible] out
I'm just living and breathing
For what I steal for myself
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, hell, hell



The Dead Weather - No Horse (Studio Version)

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