paroles de chanson Wilshire Protest - Cold War Kids
I
am
marching
with
the
protest
I
got
so
much
to
say,
but
I'm
only
here
to
witness
There's
a
war
inside
my
head
And
I'm
surrendering
to
weakness
We
are
separated
by
steel
and
glass
In
traffic
trapped
on
the
freeway,
everybody
is
a
DJ
Looking
down
at
our
phones
for
the
fastest
way
to
get
home
Don't
text
me
that
you'll
be
late
I
can
wait
My
chemicals
are
spiking
like
a
lie
detector
Dopamine,
serotonin,
happiness
is
not
the
answer
We
dream
of
being
plucked
from
obscurity
We
are
divided
by
false
gods
and
hyped-up
leaders
We
binge
on
the
news
or
flip
you
off
on
the
bleachers
We
worship
talent,
but
we
don't
see
that
anybody
can
receive
it
First
you
must
believe
it
So
keep
your
nosebleed
seats
I'd
rather
be
irrelevant
What
if
I
cross
over
and
nobody
remembers
it?
Will
we
stay
together?
Even
if
I
never
get
discovered?
This
is
the
west
coast,
the
dream
at
the
end
of
the
line
Is
this
is
the
promised
land?
The
gold
rush?
L.A.
divine?
L.A.
divine?
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