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• Artiste: Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
• Titre: Death by Dust
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Get up get well Leave me here in hell There are things I remember that I cannot forget And I haven't met them yet If we all took to the streets With our tongues tied tight teeth Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand Both mouths bled behind hands When you're young And the dust gets in your lungs Witness to songs that you ain't sung Songs that you ain't sung Get up get well Tonight before me here in hell I am happily humming a song that's been coming And I can't begin to tell I knew just what to do Oh even though you asked me to You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand You should better understand When you're young And the dust gets in your lungs Witness to songs that you ain't sung Songs that you ain't sung Said I've been living round here too long Till you You told me you've been living much too long too Said I've been living round here too long Till you You told me you've been living much too long too I asked no questions I want no reply And still you tell me why And still you tell me why I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright... I think you'll be alright Said I've been living round here too long Till you told me you've been living much too long too I asked no questions I want no reply And still you tell me why And still you tell me why