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• Artiste: Chief
• Titre: Irish Song
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If all the streets were water I'll sail down the rivers Under the the sheet of flowers I rest my head on her Whatever keeps me going Is stuck inside a dream, From what I see. In Los Angeles, The farther it hurts. And the last hit breathes? The old, I do admire And where it might have been For you are not allowed to tell me that I've sinned I'm looking for the good time To say that I have risen from what I've seen In Lost Angeles, The farther it hurts And the last hit breathes? All of the weight in the wide hist? of clouds ? away, turning inside out There is a feeling that is swallowing My home every time that I lie in your bed Don't know what is coming, didn't ask for a thing Let it go, I'm here with you And please do not wait. To remind me ? If all the streets were water I'll sail down the rivers Under the the sheet of flowers I rest my head on her Whatever keeps me going Is stuck inside a dream, From what I see. In Los Angeles