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• Artiste: Peasant Dramatic (The)
• Titre: Flood
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I am restless in the cadence of a copper-covered night I'm hiding on your doorstep I am curiously cautious, we are recklessly alright The satellites ignore us I am made of your sorrow I am made of your blood I am made of the agitated waters That rolled from you to me like a flood I am crazy crunched and crying in the quiet of the streets I turn and burn and wither And I dreamed I knelt by everyone I knew Praying to be delivered I am made of your passion I am made of your blood I am made of the songs of desperation That flowed from you to me like a flood I am strung up loose and lying like a death's head on a chime I am a hundred years of winter And living life-like in the cradle of a melody and rhyme In the sleep of your golden October, turn over, and so - I am made of your silence I am made of your blood I am made of the syllables you crave That sank into my skin like a flood