Paroles Easy Bake Ovens de Girlyman

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Textes et Paroles de Easy Bake Ovens




You were throwing your shoes right up over the wireYou were rolling out Easy Bake Ovens and tiresAnother whole day on the Bucks County plainClouds rolling in, it's feeling like rainBack in the yards and the woods by the poolThe leaves were on fire when I came home from schoolSinging a song that I wrote in myselfSinging that I could be something elseYou were throwing your shoes right up over the wireI was sitting there watching on half-buried tiresScratching on sidewalks with fingers and stoneWaiting for time, feeling aloneTaking out pins in the cushions insideThe rain falling down on the telephone wireFalling farther and farther awayThose were the days of the model airplanesShooting up rockets for neighborhood fameYou on the ground, the remote in your handI was sinking on down, my feet in the sandThe rock and roll babysitter's talesOf nights with the boys running off of the railsThey'd spend the whole night on abandoned farmsBurning up in each other's armsYou were throwing your shoes right up over the wireYou were setting those Easy Bake Ovens on fireI was carving my name on a chalkboard with nailsWaiting for somebody else to be thereOutside, the dim suburban homesWith their lawns full of ashtrays and their buckets of phonesRinging off mothers in houses all dayBack then we had to be coolBut nobody taught me the rulesSo I just wrote it all downOn the inside of my fast food paperboard crownRiding bikes before I learned about brakesAround and around those cul-de-sac lanesThe teens rolling by in their giant green carsDriving like rain, they were kissing like starsYou were throwing your shoes right up over the wireYou were building those Tinkertoy castle empiresMelting your crayons over tables of flameI was feeling alone, I was feeling insaneDad took a picture on August the nineOf us with the newspaper and the headline'Ford Steps Up; Nixon Resigns'

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