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• Artiste: Buffalo Tom
• Titre: White Paint Morning
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Sixty-eight at twenty-one The girl has risen with the sun It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn She lays down out on the lawn And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock And down, the little town All squared away Don't it make you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the wind Crushed by the clouds It's where the land end and the day begins "Is this normal?" she asks allowed As she sifted through the crowd Through her tears and her strong morning perfume It seems that life's just not correct From the observation deck And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way And down, the little town All squared away Don't it make you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the wind Crushed by the clouds It's where the land end and the day begins Statues and flowers The crestfallen leaves The minutes and hours As ours gently leaves And down, the little town All squared away Don't it make you want to cry all day? And gone, washed by the wind Crushed by the clouds It's where the land end and the day begins And down, the little town All squared away Don't it make you want to cry all day? And gone, yeah gone Yeah, yeah, yeah gone Don't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day