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The Gaslight Anthem

Old White Lincoln

 

Old White Lincoln

(앨범: The '59 Sound - 2008)


If I could write,
I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights
Where we'd dig around the bones
And try to find peace and patches for the holes

I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
The corner boys told her how I was dying to meet her
Like a prayer I said on a dead man's knee
You drove up like a parade

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos,
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos,
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms

Fell straight in my arms

And I miss it sometimes
Shaking like a leaf on the corner of Vine
But I heard it's alright
The radio spoke to a good friend of mine

And I can feel it coming up as the night's getting warm
I saw your summer dress hanging on the back of the lawn
Like a dream I remember from an easier time
With the top rolled down on a Saturday night

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart right in my arms
Right in my arms

And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens
And trying to find some way to be redeemed
Bring a dollar with you, baby
In the cold, cold ground

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart

You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof
Of the sky up above, these indifferent stars
While you just kept coming apart, you fell straight in my arms.

You fell straight in my arms.

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