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• Artiste: Adam Stephens
• Titre: The Cities That You've Burned
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So amused, the six street peddlers come to sing your blues The money spent, to dam the rivers of your discontent You got your invitation to the bachelor's ball And you stay out till the sun comes creeping up your bedroom wall Ivory tower, you sit.........? Skin and bones, the city streets below just weep and moan But from your window above, you only hear the rain you touch the world through a glove, it's so much easier than feelin pain And they're inventing hunger in the grey of dawn As I sit among your parliament of pawns Just growing younger with every yawn And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned We'll sit and wait for your return So composed, wake on the floor in your designer clothes And so refined, you think the country is just a state of mind switch like a switchblade my love, cut the young man down You've been to heaven above, but your feet have never touched the ground And we brought you roses in eternal bloom While you stand before..........? Holding a torch to your silver spoon And in the ashes of the cities that you've burned We'll sit and wait for your return