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• Artiste: Sleeping Cranes
• Titre: New York City
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You've got my hands tied, and you've wrapped your anchors around my legs And these alleged wings do nothing for my shoulder blades You've got me courting the very brink of consumption With your flinch and a fleeting touch and every marathon that your tongue runs So get, get, get, where you're going Don't waste any time, my dear, buckle, he disappears Will you let me be your anchor? Inhibitions to the left and right, just get where you're going You only find me treading in the fifth you call escape In a desperate attempt to forget a wandering iris that can't dilate When the last of your thoughts are still fresh and gleaming on your teeth I'll close my eyes as words slip inside and replace the brain that's falling to my feet Get, get, get, where you're going Don't waste any time, my dear, buckle, he disappears Will you let me be your anchor? Inhibitions to the left and right, just get where you're going tonight