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• Artiste: Premier (The)
• Titre: I Am the Atlantic
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The background music thins Leaving only the strings The audience falls silent to listen to her sleeping We whisper through phone lines That choke the life out of me sometimes I can barely breath The elegance of black and white photography Is set off by a set of eyes so blue it's blinding The medic says, he's drowning The doctor says, we've got a heartbeat And my mother says Just rest, sweetie, your lungs are too shallow to breath All I've got left is to pull at these heart-strings Until I strike a chord that'll make you come back to me We hate the way we are sometimes Her hair's still caught in power-lines And there's no light left in my eyes