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• Artiste: John & Mary
• Titre: I Became Alone
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City streets with noises abound Telephone wires sparkle with sound All believe impeachably A world without end, amen, amen And the grass grew yellow and brown And the sky wasn't blue And at first when our radios worked We wouldn't believe it was true Boy with friend a-walkin' the land Woman in fields a-plowin' the earth Goods a-plenty in front of the store Life was in love with the mushroom cap war And the grass grew yellow and brown And the sky wasn't blue And at first when our radios worked We wouldn't believe it was true Looking for the fort we built By the old abandoned mine But there was nothing, Nothing we could find There was no place for seeking and hiding, No time left for us finding The worn-out whiskey bottles As my cold hands drawing crosses on the ground Searching for our secret tree, The one with both our names But there was nothing, Nothing we could find There was no place for seeking and hiding, No time left for us finding The worn-out whiskey bottles As my cold hands drawing crosses on the ground Stunted trees growing wild in the pool Once summertime swim, Now shade keeps us cool Kunda's baby never got born Victory gardens all withered and worn And the grass grew yellow and brown And the sky wasn't blue And at first when our radios worked We wouldn't believe it was true The rags of flowers bloom The clouds a living tomb And Christmas is coming soon, Turn gladly back home.