The Growlers के आगामी संगीत कार्यक्रम
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Growlers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooks Nielsen
Songwriter
Matt Taylor
Songwriter
Kyle Straka
Songwriter
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He's looking like a sailor who hasn't a ship
Same salty song and curled up lips
In the land of the brave and running out of vain
Waiting for a guy, silver-eyed like a bullet train
Kinda wishes that he wouldn't show up
'Cause it's all become a stain of the terra-cotta mud
Way down in the valley of the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Lay down, face and belly in the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
He's scratching on a ticket with chewed up nails
Following a rainbow that's grown too pale
Red lights paint the strip in neon blood
Gambling on the rides so he raises his thumb
Which raised his eyes but nothing seems to come
Thinkin' bout the train hauling terra-cotta mud
Way down in the valley of the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Lay down, face and belly in the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Gotta crawl out of the vacant lot
But the helping hands have all been burned
Cried wolf, a thousand times
Used up every line
Lady Luck won't turn again
Way down in the valley of the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Lay down, face and belly in the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Way down in the valley of the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Lay down, face and belly in the mud
It opens and closes before you can get back up
Writer(s): Matthew Taylor, Brooks Nielsen
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