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Monsters of Folk - Map Of The World
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jim James
Jim James
Chant
Conor M Oberst
Conor M Oberst
Chant
M. Ward
M. Ward
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Yim Yames
Yim Yames
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Monsters of Folk
Monsters of Folk
Production
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Production
Jim James
Jim James
Production
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Conor M Oberst
Conor M Oberst
Production
M. Ward
M. Ward
Production

Paroles

There's a map of the world on the wall in your room Green pins where you want to go White pins where you've been, there isn't even ten And your already feeling old Pretty faces stare back from the magazine stack That you read when you're feeling bored Look through a telescope lens it doesn't make sense You think you've been there before Some far off feeling, some up close kind of ache A wide screen reason to look the other way There's a place by the lake that you go when its late In the summer when the crowds are gone You sit all alone with your thoughts getting stoned Just waiting for some peace to come Like the thing that you tried that you thought that you liked For a minute then it all felt wrong So you change it again all your clothes, all your friends It's the same as it ever was That far off feeling, that up close kind of ache Some wide screen reason to look the other way It's the road that you paved over indian graves And you wonder why your dreams are crazed So you cling to wife, your kids, your life There's nothing that your gonna save Put the razor to your face, hot water for a shave Kill the shadow of yesterday Clean shirt, clean pants, clean slate, second chance You're going by another name Some far off feeling, an up close kind of ache That instant karma always comes to late
Writer(s): Conor Oberst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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