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• Artiste: Carl Hauck
• Titre: Nevers
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Ain't it getting a little late for your roundabout ways I've worn the prints from my hands Drips become drops, and drops become stains If you don't clean 'em up, clean 'em up right away In the living room corner thinking, oh Lord It's been over seventeen months And now I'm grazing the doorknob, tasting lost meals on The tip of her, the tip of her tongue Thinking, honey, I've changed It just ain't apparent The sidewalk is watching, hidden under stale leaves that Tear with each sigh of the wind You were never one to blindly believe In anything, in anyone but me And it's a hell of a shame That you had to bear it You'd come running out, running out, without your mother's scars in my dreams You'd come running out, running out, without your Southern scent in my dreams You'd come running out, running out, without your sullen brow in my dreams You'd come running out, running out, only to miss me, dear, mmhmm Say what you want Maybe tact's overrated