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• Artiste: Spanish Prisoners
• Titre: A Thousand Zimmermans
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You sang of inner-city tan lines Like shotguns in the sand Voice as the strongest marrow It whittled down my attention span But I, I never said I loved you No, I never was that cruel Despite my innocent shouting I never signed up to play the fool And now a thousand Zimmermans are lonely out in the country And I got no one's hands left to shake Because you made me feel like I was just the flavor of the week Like some offhand promise you never intended to keep So take your abandoned gospel as you go marching through the rain I'm tired of these walls and headaches and of your predictable refrains 'Cause you, you never said you loved me No, dear, you were much too cruel Anchored in your academic tone You always knew when to play it cool And now a thousand Zimmermans