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• Artiste: Scott Lucas & The Married Men
• Titre: Stolen Umbrellas
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Riding on a wire like a secret sent Now all I wanna do is pay the rent to you now And give you all your due I clipped a last name from mine last night Out of my heart and out of sight for all eyes Now there's just a space for you I can barely make it home walking down this street Tripping on all the cracks underneath my feet But I would never mind it as long as you lived with me Stolen umbrellas and cowboy boots An altar full of things left by you it's all I, Have to show that you were here I'll take this communion until things turn black A glass of Robitussin with a whiskey back, and still I, Can't make the world disappear I can barely even dream of the idea of sleep But I would slumber for forever If only you lived with me I could stand myself much better if only you lived with me I can barely make it home walking down my street Bean bags falling like hail all around my feet But I would never mind it as long as you lived with me A train, coming down the tracks Over our bed, is the sweetest sound The rain, pouring through the cracks Down on our head, I wanna drown A wind, stronger than a draft Blowing through the house, keeps me safe and warm The paint, old and drab, Tear down the walls, sleep in the storm A train, coming down the tracks Over our bed, is the sweetest sound