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• Artiste: Scarring Party (The)
• Titre: After the War
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With this switch, I forgot his leg And maybe I'll do better I guess His hands sway with my hips until a ball of full dance Even maybe in another life I could have been the mistreated wife And when his ghost moves on, he'll come back as a wild dog One year later, he was gone He never came back from the war Oh my my, never came back from the war Love is nothing when you can't hold your hand Like a secret burning my hand Still I carry a piece of him Saved all his letters in a refined tin Kept a switch knife in my little coat And when I walk from the train I walk In the palm of my sweaty hand I hold a knife and think of him If you're mind and his ghost never came back from the war My my, never came back from the war Stepped off the train into the evening air The creak and clank platform the stairs A stranger's steps fell close behind A flat hand fell on my arm tight I twist out my switch knife It caught the blare of the street lamp's light Before I pressed it into that stranger's heart I fought hard more more The warm kiss on my knife and rest It's like when you came back from the war It's like you came back from the war