French Car
I've been to the desert on a tiny French car
Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand
Used to be the refrain of the song
Always coming twice for you to sing along
I left home, this time for good, morons stay in charge
Bad synapses taking place inside my battered skull
I get lost and I get found, never felt so calm
As running down the empty plains with the sun burning in my eyes
Oh the money, If I had the money I would be a king
Oh the money, If I had the money I would buy you a diamond ring
I don't think we have a soul, we're just made of hungry flesh
Any sins they charge on you, don't go and confess
I've been to the desert on a tiny French car
Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand
Used to be the refrain of the song
Always coming twice for you to sing along
Never dreamt of California, I can stand the rain
I don't think of a lover as a thing you can exchange
But the scars you see in my hands and the scars deep in my heart
Both required a change of air, somewhat of a clean start
There's a tingling in my bones telling me to move ahead
Every time the highway calls I'm a fool for her sweet embrace
I've been to the desert on a tiny French car
Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand
Used to be the refrain of the song
Always coming twice for you to sing along
Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand
Used to be the refrain of the song
Always coming twice for you to sing along
I left home, this time for good, morons stay in charge
Bad synapses taking place inside my battered skull
I get lost and I get found, never felt so calm
As running down the empty plains with the sun burning in my eyes
Oh the money, If I had the money I would be a king
Oh the money, If I had the money I would buy you a diamond ring
I don't think we have a soul, we're just made of hungry flesh
Any sins they charge on you, don't go and confess
I've been to the desert on a tiny French car
Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand
Used to be the refrain of the song
Always coming twice for you to sing along
Never dreamt of California, I can stand the rain
I don't think of a lover as a thing you can exchange
But the scars you see in my hands and the scars deep in my heart
Both required a change of air, somewhat of a clean start
There's a tingling in my bones telling me to move ahead
Every time the highway calls I'm a fool for her sweet embrace
I've been to the desert on a tiny French car
Living gets so simple when surrounded by sand
Used to be the refrain of the song
Always coming twice for you to sing along
Credits
Writer(s): Yuri Mendez Barrios
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