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• Artiste: Jamie Hutchings
• Titre: Nomads
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You and I playing nomads in the city Letting the mundane take spark As effortless as the wind a-blowing Lit up like Luna Park And I ain't gonna let you kill me Don't you go letting me murder you I'm gonna pluck every thorn out of your flesh Gonna make you brand new I'll strip you to a ghost And fatten up your sweetness Don't let me grown remote I do that easy And at a rate of knots I'm clumsy when I'm speeding And that's your safety zone Where I'm queasy There's an ancient photograph of you Vegemite smeared across your face Grinning so demonically Chasing your brother All over the place And I too have see my brother sleeping Looking like he's aged four He's always seemed so big to me But lying there he just seems so small You pack a punch more than most And to land one isn't easy But there's sweetness in the sounds Of sleeping and breathing And perhaps when we're old We'll quit all this competing It'll be like it was at first Easy And why does the vilest creature In sleep look like a saint If our enemies could all spy us sleeping They could be us they could take our place Well I'd come home later than I would have And you'd struggled to stay up And as sleep laid its weight upon you I saw you as you were