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• Artiste: Mansun
• Titre: South Of The Painted Hall
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Infinite moments of calm in our life What a waste Our defining moments fade away It was easy to navigate the wind When everything was cool I'll know I'm drunk when the truth's spurting out And our truth is disguised as a joke Like the one about the dying ember (Where the looks are worth a thousand rumours) My voice can be disguised But my face can't lie There's no antidote to save me When I'm drunk My failures lie, not in falling down but not getting up All our great achievements put to better use Like the wise man mistaken But the fool, he can often be right I know I'm drunk when the truth's spurting out And our truth is disguised as a joke Like the one about the dying ember (Where the looks are worth a thousand rumours) My voice can be disguised But my face can't lie There's no antidote to save me When i'm drunk Yeah, my voice can be disguised I'll break off all contact No signals, so I hope I don't offend you Even in summer the days are like winter so bland Thoughts do not fear to abandon their People they differ in life not in death So the higher you climb The longer you fall My voice can be disguised But my face can't lie There's no signal I can find