
The Song Is Still Slipping Away Songtext
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With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
In the back of some bus on the road
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
But a love that's letting me go
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
The singer's in key the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
And a hunger left burning inside
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
In the back of some bus on the road
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
But a love that's letting me go
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
The singer's in key the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
And a hunger left burning inside
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