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Artiste:
Silverchair
Titre:
The Man That Knew Too Much
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There was a man that knew too much With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down open to the fact I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say it's changing every day The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey It's not enough to say that this is my love He had the anti midas touch Temporary state of mind But a chance to die enhances growth Now I'm trembling all the time Stumble round making faces on the scene Scene what what Stumble round make your faces on your own Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say it's changing every day The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey It's not enough to say that this is my love I'm not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper run You're compensated Can we all gather round on the scene Can we all move around on our own Are ya a mover shaker all alone Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say it's changing every day The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey It's not enough to say Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say but this is my love I'm not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper run to write your letters wrong