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• Artiste: Little Beirut
• Titre: True Swords
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Well, the fires are out and the lessons learned And the generals weep while the bodies burn And she cries all night over what you said Then it's off to sleep and off with your head! Cause the world's on fire And it's all your fault And you couldn't care less Or have you forgot? The moonlight's playing tricks on your mind There's no arms left to hold you You and I are still sharpening knives There's nowhere left to run to Oh, no... You throw me down like a tarot card Then you hold my face like a work of art Do you build me up just to hunt me down? Do you even know when I'm not around? Or have we forgot? The moonlight's playing tricks on your mind And no arms left to hold you We're alive and still sharpening knives There's no skin left to tattoo Are you lining up their skulls? Does it satisfy your soul? Will the tears be worth the flood? Can you satisfy your taste for blood? Blood Blood Blood . . . Oh, no . . .