Baixar Mais Tocadas: Service And Repair

On the outskirts of expansion, looking out from Blueprint peakThe flow is flooding of urban setters panning through riversrunning dry.Numbers roll on in, smiling a lottery grin, a sadness blurs theeye…It’s just a matter of time before they’re moving onIt’s just a matter of time before they’re moving onDoesn’t take much time for plans to go wrongand chase another ghost of a chance.In the shadows of chain-store ghost townswhere no one walks the streets at night,a silent nation hooked on medication,stares into a blue flickering light.the young drift off aloneand the old are whisked awayand prospects keep looking up,but the line’s getting longer on the lost highway,the line’s getting longer on the superstition highwayDoesn’t take much time for plans to go astrayand chase another ghost of a chanceThey say deep down inside, lie properties of a healingkind,If so it’d better come around soonand do a little bit of service and repairdo a little bit of service and repairdo a little more service and repairDoesn’t take much time for plans to changeand offer up another chancefor a little bit more service and repairdo a little bit of service and repairDoesn’t take much time for plans to changeand offer up another chanceat sewing the dream better suited for both soul andsoil.