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Origineel

On a highway unpaved going my way. you're so alone today. like a ghost town I've found. there's no relief, no salt in the sea. is it true what they say. you can't behave. you gamble your soul away. measuring your dreams of this life seems. like the gristle of loneliness. don't let the sun catch ya crying. don't let the sun catch ya crying. Like an nice age nice days. on your way sipping the golden dregs. on a rip tide freaks ride. sleep inside a parasite's appetite. oh say can't ya see the chemistry. the parasites, the cleanup fee. death leather hands recycled cans. get well cards to the hostage vans. don't let the sun catch ya crying. don't let the sun catch ya crying. You're a deadweight right straight. on your way sunk in the midnight shade. skies burn eyes turn. learning to counterfeit their disease. in this town where we roam. we bluff our souls on canteen patios. drink the greatest draft. the music drags the music drags the music drags.... don't let the sun catch ya crying.

 

Vertaling

On a highway unpaved going my way. you're so alone today. like a ghost town I've found. there's no relief, no salt in the sea. is it true what they say. you can't behave. you gamble your soul away. measuring your dreams of this life seems. like the gristle of loneliness. don't let the sun catch ya crying. don't let the sun catch ya crying. Like an nice age nice days. on your way sipping the golden dregs. on a rip tide freaks ride. sleep inside a parasite's appetite. oh say can't ya see the chemistry. the parasites, the cleanup fee. death leather hands recycled cans. get well cards to the hostage vans. don't let the sun catch ya crying. don't let the sun catch ya crying. You're a deadweight right straight. on your way sunk in the midnight shade. skies burn eyes turn. learning to counterfeit their disease. in this town where we roam. we bluff our souls on canteen patios. drink the greatest draft. the music drags the music drags the music drags.... don't let the sun catch ya crying.