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Lyrics of Angelos Falkos – And Stuff Like That

I had to travel alone
I took along ’n my dog 
I do not owe to anybody give a single fun

I feel alright with my sins
Don’t need – no regret machines
Am driving ”open top” on highway ’n no phones to ring

There ain’t no troubles to face
I’ve got no period of grace
I would much rather place my money on a lame horse race

Am Gonna spend every cent
No postcards need to be sent
I Left my guilts in trash of prays for a winking saint


I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum


And stuff like that
And stuff like that

I built a hall of my fame
I Healed the pain with champagne
I Had a run-in with the fate—but no one to blame

I felt the sun of the beach
And flooding Gin out in the streets
Another night in neon light, on ice ’til sunrise greets

Can’t catch me

I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum


And stuff like that
And stuff like that
And stuff like that
HEAT AN RUM

I moved the rock and it rolled
And now we follow “off road”

I Keep ahead, off the wall
All in in my world, never stall

I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum

“off road”

never stall

And staff like that

I long for hitting roads with no map
It’s all about to be one, with lands of heat and rum