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Flicker Flame Video (MV)




Performed By: The Roommate
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Kent Lambert




The Roommate - Flicker Flame Lyrics




Busted screens and rusted cars
Flaking paint and razorwire

Porch swing sways in a twisted rain
Scorched my face in a flicker flame

Somebody told me
This world was mine
They lied, they lied

Somebody sold me
A new family line
It died, it died

Somebody hold me
It's so cold tonight
It's so cold, it's so cold, please hold please hold me tight

Heavy hands and feathered tongues
I think I saved the band when I ate our young

Until I lost our plans in a bargain bin
Now I'll be damned but I don't know when

Somebody told you
The past was gone
They were wrong, wrong

Everyone knows you
And your protest songs
Well right on, right on

Nobody owes you
For your righteous rage
You got paid, you got paid, you got paid move on move on.

Rusted dreams and busted bones
Love songs screamed into telephones

Futures lost in a summer spell
Summer's past and it's just as well
Summer's past and it's just as well
Summer's past and it's just as well.
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Busted screens and rusted cars
Flaking paint and razorwire

Porch swing sways in a twisted rain
Scorched my face in a flicker flame

Somebody told me
This world was mine
They lied, they lied

Somebody sold me
A new family line
It died, it died

Somebody hold me
It's so cold tonight
It's so cold, it's so cold, please hold please hold me tight

Heavy hands and feathered tongues
I think I saved the band when I ate our young

Until I lost our plans in a bargain bin
Now I'll be damned but I don't know when

Somebody told you
The past was gone
They were wrong, wrong

Everyone knows you
And your protest songs
Well right on, right on

Nobody owes you
For your righteous rage
You got paid, you got paid, you got paid move on move on.

Rusted dreams and busted bones
Love songs screamed into telephones

Futures lost in a summer spell
Summer's past and it's just as well
Summer's past and it's just as well
Summer's past and it's just as well.
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Writer: Kent Lambert
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