Текст (слова) песни: Tragically Hip, The - Locked In The Trunk Of A Car
They don`t know how old I am, they found armour in my belly From the sixteenth century Conquistador, I think They don`t know how old I am, they found armour in my belly Fashioned out of machine revving tension Lashing out at machine revving tension Rushing by the machine revving tension Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop the end of a line a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop where you could say I became chronologically fucked up. Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped up. Then, I found a place it`s dark and it`s rotted. It`s a cool, sweet kinda-place where the copters won`t spot it and I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it, however, everyday I`m dumping the body. It`d be better for us if you don`t understand. It`d be better for me if you don`t understand
Then, I found a place it`s dark and it`s rotted. It`s a cool, sweet kinda-place where the copters won`t spot it and I destroyed the map that I`d carefully dotted, however, everyday I`m dumping the body. It`d be better for us if you don`t understand. It`d be better for me if you don`t understand
let me out let me out
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