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• Artiste: Mendoza Line (The)
• Titre: Water Surrounds
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Bored to tears with my novel and this music I clean the sheets each week, the bed that nobody uses And I can't tell the others what I feel That I sometimes see the light, but Satan's real I feel his burning rage A small crack in the door turns to twelve inches A soft rub on the back becomes two pinches And I can't tell the mothers what I've done But if God made me mother, he made my son to cry out in the dark Hold out your arms, boy, you need me There's a tear in the free paper, crack in the (?) A room with my new lover, the anteroom of hell And I can't tell my lover what I've seen The continents drifted in my dreams An emptiness abounds and water surrounds my last feeling Emptiness abounds and water surrounds my last feeling