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• Artiste: Villagers
• Titre: Twenty Seven Strangers
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The bus was late And forced us all to congregate Twenty-seven strangers Made to stand and wait The time went by The sun went down A baby cried I just stood in line But there is no cue No stage hand saying what to do And you are me And I am you The bus it came And everybody loaded in Twenty-seven strangers In a moving can The fluorescent light Doubled everyone inside The baby's face reflected In the shopfronts in the sky But faces change And rules they all get rearranged And photographs All fade away The bus broke down At the graveyard on the edge of town Twenty-seven strangers Separate without a sound So I walked home Just feeling nothing on my own Noticing that tree of yours I've been watching it grow So that's why I'm late My dearest one what can I say And tomorrow it could be the same When I do it all again