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• Artiste: Manna And Quail
• Titre: Superbowl
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Hey, my brother. Who sits til he's found? Well it's the fears of many that lie in the ground And Oh, how they love a town filled with beautiful debris And Oh, how we wait for sounds that tell us when to leave Where we're at's not right with these matters undefined Well come on and and if we traveled south and then all those people changed we would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind Hey, my lovely. Who waits at your door? Well, it's the fears of many there waiting for more And Oh, How we place the crown On these less than perfect things And oh how we wait for sounds that tell us when to leave Where we're at's not right With these matters undefined Well come on and And if we traveled south and then all those people changed we would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind Come on, Come on And if it's white lights you want And if it's more than a thought That wasn't safe from the start Come and come on And if it's white lights you want And if it's more than a thought That wasn't safe And if we traveled south and the all those people changed we would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind And if we traveled south and all those people changed we would have saved ourselves and left our friends behind