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• Artiste: Across The Border
• Titre: Sparrows
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Two days ago I found his number written on a card and I started to remember my live at sparrows-yard under a flag of freedom of love and anarchy but all these good old memories won` t bring the past to me he played in a band, he never got out of breath he missed no crazy thing, his life was like his death we could not believe, why didn` t he come back a preacher spoke of love and hope, we all were dressed in black Was it the day, the sparrows flew away was it the day, we flew away was it the day, the sparrows flew away was it the day, we had to pay A girl was going out with one of our floor until she felt in love with Rob, who smoked next door times were getting harder, I stood between the lines the wheel of time was turning, we didn´t recognize. from this day our common room got quite no more peals of laughter were roaring through the night a tear could have been love, a smile could have been hate we were sitting in our rooms to wait on our fate Was it the day... The millers were here, had few crates of beer none of Blyth Power used our shower a Citizen Fish smoked a few spliffs then the letter was short by the land lord, no... Was it the day...