Letra de Choke
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When I was 17, there was no in-between
I left my heart in magazines and TV screens
I walked a lonely road where only beds would go
I left my heart in magazines and TV screens
I walked a lonely road where only beds would go
I watched the bombs explode from the comfort of my home
We left our families, walked out to shores of seas
We felt the waves crash on, felt the salt upon our knees
And when we came to breathe the air between the trees
It opened up our eyes, didn't ask what it might mean
When I was 17, we were no king or queen
We lived for nicotine, obscenity, caffeine
And we walked along the road where lonely kids all go
And watched the bombs explode so many years ago
We walked on home, asleep before we'd even know
that we were high on nothing but our own egos -
We'd tell the stories to our friends,
and pour the liquor down our throats,
and it tastes so sweet to me I feel like I might choke
When I was 17, I didn't know what quit could mean
We never thought someone would ask us to come clean
And we walked along the road, our thumbs stuck out you know
Hitchhiking home and probably stunting all our growth
We walked on home, asleep before we'd even know
that we were high on nothing but our own egos -
We'd tell the stories to our friends,
and pour the liquor down our throats,
and it tastes so sweet to me I feel like I might choke
We left our families, walked out to shores of seas
We felt the waves crash on, felt the salt upon our knees
And when we came to breathe the air between the trees
It opened up our eyes, didn't ask what it might mean
When I was 17, we were no king or queen
We lived for nicotine, obscenity, caffeine
And we walked along the road where lonely kids all go
And watched the bombs explode so many years ago
We walked on home, asleep before we'd even know
that we were high on nothing but our own egos -
We'd tell the stories to our friends,
and pour the liquor down our throats,
and it tastes so sweet to me I feel like I might choke
When I was 17, I didn't know what quit could mean
We never thought someone would ask us to come clean
And we walked along the road, our thumbs stuck out you know
Hitchhiking home and probably stunting all our growth
We walked on home, asleep before we'd even know
that we were high on nothing but our own egos -
We'd tell the stories to our friends,
and pour the liquor down our throats,
and it tastes so sweet to me I feel like I might choke
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