The dad he was fifty, the kid was nine years old
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he stood their like a miracle, with the kid's heart in his hold
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i think i might be dying, atleast that's what i'm told
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inside kid is crying, for the dream has just been sold
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i'm only nine, i'm already feeling the strain
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it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain
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well it's just a losers game, dad
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it's just a loser's game
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come try and catch me, i'll catch me if you can
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i'll be the first to miss the grip of your hairless boney hands
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well people run for shopping malls but you're waiting in the sky
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oh which consumer will you crush and which will you let back
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i'm only nine, i'm already feeling the strain
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it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain
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well it's just a losers game, dad
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it's just a loser's game
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oh, put the sun in the back of this vehicle
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remember the sun, where the beach boys were playing
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run for the sun
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oh dad, ain't it sad
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that we're on this road to nowhere (x3)
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i know
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i'm only nine, i'm already feeling the strain
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it seems everyone's dying or curling up in pain
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well it's just a losers game, dad
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it's just a loser's game
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Road To Nowhere
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Turin Brakes |