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Letras:Killers, The. Otras Canciones. Sam's Town.

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Nobody ever had a dream round here,

but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me

Nobody ever pulls the seams round here,

but I don't really mind and/that it's starting to get to me



I've got this energy beneath my feet

like something underground's gonna come up and carry me,

I've got this sentimental heart that beats

but I don't really mind [and] it's starting to get to me



Now.."Why do you waste my time?"

Is the answer to the question on your mind

And I'm sick of all my judges

so scared of what they'll find

But I know that I can make it

As long as somebody takes me home,

every now and then...



Oh, have you ever seen the lights?

Have you ever seen the lights?



I took the shuttle on a shock-wave ride,

where the people on the pen pull trigger for accolade

I took a bullet, I looked inside

Running through my veins

An American masquerade



I still remember Grandma Dixie's way/wake,

I never really known anybody to die before

Red white and blue upon a birthday cake,

And my brother, he was born on the fourth of the July...and that's all



"So why do you waste my time?"

Is the answer to the question on your mind

And I'm sick of all my judges,

so scared of letting me shine

But I know that I can make it,

as long as somebody takes me home...



Wooooooo!



(every now and then) [x2]



[You know] I see London, I see Sam's Town

holds my hand and let's my hair down

Rolls that world right off my shoulder

I see London, I see Sam's Town