Brooklyn Boy
de Kevin Devine
Brooklyn boy, born and raised, chopping lines
hey hey, it's my birthday
it's a toy I torched, a tarpit flame, a lockjaw night
hey hey, it's my birthday
dead end friends that make your stomach shake
while your hissing head barrels down that blakened lane
alone at last to figure how you got this way
alone at last to figure how you got this way
charcoal clouds spot and spray, they kill the sun
hey hey, hear its back break
so I can never tell night from day
or right from wrong,
hey hey, you're my headache
your silver tongue it masks your hungry hate
while your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage
you still can change, you have to know, you still can change
I know, I know, for now I wanna be this way
this was a choice, this was never a mistake
Más canciones de Kevin Devine
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Another Bag of Bones
Brother's Blood
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Brother's Blood
Brother's Blood
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Cotton Crush
Matter Of Time
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Ballgame
Make the Clocks Move
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Just Stay
Put Your Ghost to Rest
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Cotton Crush
Split the Country, Split the Street
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No Time Flat
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Rhode Island
Devinyl Splits Vol. 2: Kevin Devine & Friends
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It's Only Your Life
Brother's Blood
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Carnival
Brother's Blood
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Albatross
Nothing's Real, So Nothing's Wrong
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Matter of Time
Matter Of Time
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Hand of God
Brother's Blood
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Afterparty
Split the Country, Split the Street
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Keep Ringing Your Bell
Split the Country, Split the Street
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No One Else's Problem
Split the Country, Split the Street
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Buried by the Buzz
Split the Country, Split the Street
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Haircut
Split the Country, Split the Street
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Probably
Split the Country, Split the Street
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Alabama Acres
Split the Country, Split the Street
