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• Artiste: Johnny Gallagher
• Titre: The Buried Boy
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Let's go out to the sticks I wanna pin a red rose on you I won't break your skin I am a gentleman through and through I will waltz you around Through the winter wind What if you were for me And I was for you again? Let's got out by the shed I wanna see our breath in the air I wanna see the motion censor lighting Light your hair I will steal your gasps And then give them back Dirty my knees in the grass If it would make you laugh or crack a smile Or sing or cry You know the good kind Covered bridges Thumbed out hitches Run me over, I am signaling Take good care, my flare is dwindling Let's sneak into the pool I'll keep watch while you skinny dip Let's climb up to the roof We'll pop a cork into the trees and drink Let's go down to the bench And talk a lot I may have insufficient breath For the words I've got inside my head If they run out then we can kiss instead Covered bridges, swinging switches Reprimand me, I am innocent Grab the fence ** your skin is glistening Oh let's go home for real Where none of this seems to matter there Dead bolts, night lights, pocket knifes I ain't ever been so terrified I'm gonna lose my girl Into the city night I'm gonna lose my friends I'm gonna lose my life into the streams And empty bits of me Yeah into the sea Burning bridges, severed stitches I sit and watch the embers twitching The buried boys seem more than missing