paroles de chanson Poor, Poor La - Tim Easton
I've
seen
your
imagination
High
above
the
halfway
station
Always
working,
always
making
Something
for
the
pile
Then
you
set
it
all
on
fire
You
can
learn
to
make
something
real
That
comes
from
the
heel
of
your
life
I'm
still
trying
You
don't
have
to
break
Your
mama's
heart
To
change
the
world
Mama's
boy's
daddy
Is
in
the
crack
house
again
Watching
car
crash
shows
With
the
pipe
in
A
pack
of
dull
monkeys
Could
write
circles
around
That
fourth
grade,
mumbly
slang
Stream
of
consciousness
Jive
that
you
call
a
song
Is
that
going
to
be
your
story?
Child,
you
don't
have
to
break
Your
mama's
heart
To
change
the
world
You're
never
gonna
change
your
mind
Don't
just
rearrange
the
lies
Into
a
straighter
line
Not
too
many
years
ago
There
was
hippies
killing
people
A
mile
away
from
the
Marlboro
Man
Now
there's
sandpaper
pants
On
the
gutter
punks
And
low
riders
with
their
heads
In
the
trunks
Or
walking
in
fours
And
kicking
in
doors
Cutting
it
up
And
filling
their
cup
You
don't
have
to
break
Your
mama's
heart
To
change
the
world
Said
you
don't
have
to
break
Your
mama's
heart
To
change
the
world
Change
the
world
Poor,
poor
LA
Poor,
poor
LA
Poor,
poor
LA
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