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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Matt Duncan
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Matt Duncan
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Saturday there's a parade for the forgotten names
And there's no telling when it's going to stop
Spent a number of years talking shit, drinking beer
Now the flag's looking me over like a cop
You always sparkle and fall, you ain't so pretty
And I ain't climbing at all in Emerald City
There's something wrong with it all, it's such a pity
There's something wrong with it all
Every day is a parade of I forgot their names
We were friends, we shared a lot of loose talk
Forgot the ghosts on the roads, still headed for the coast
To carve their name into a piece of rock
You always sparkle and fall
You ain't so pretty
And I ain't climbing at all in Emerald City
There's something wrong with it all, it's such a pity
There's something wrong with it all
You always sparkle and fall
You ain't so pretty
And I ain't climbing at all in Emerald City
There's something wrong with it all, it's such a pity
There's something wrong with it all
There's something wrong with it all
There's something wrong with it all
There's something wrong with it all
There's something wrong with it all
Yeahhh
Ooh Saturday there's a parade for the forgotten names
And there's no telling when it's going to stop
Writer(s): Matthew Scott Duncan
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