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• Artiste: Molly Thomason
• Titre: Little Bones
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I burned a phone book last night And watched the town go up in flames I thought of people I won't meet As the breeze took away the faceless names Everything is moving way too fast When did the skeletons in my closet become The ghosts of my past? Little bones turn to dust and I could swear that the clock faces were mocking us Everyday people walk these streets Never guessing that there's stories beneath their feet I walk a fine dotted line between witty and insecure And you hold your head high And drag your confidence across the floor What an odd pair we make 'Cause your looks'd make time stop And mine would make it do a double take But unfortunately little bones turn to dust and I could swear that the clock faces were mocking us Everyday people walk these streets Never guessing that there's stories beneath their feet Little bones turn to dust and I could swear that the clock faces were mocking us Everyday people walk these streets Never guessing that there's stories beneath their feet