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Beck - The New Pollution Paroles
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Paroles de
The New Pollution
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Les textes ne sont pas diffusés intégralement, mais en courte citation, au sens de la loi 122-5 du CPI.
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's the boat in a strip mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
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