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• Artiste: Dispatch
• Titre: Bullet Holes
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Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holesScattered across the skyI wonderThese steep hillsUnto the great lightMy fingers collapse around my penLike soldier tryin' to hold up the flagI'm callin' out, once againIn this letter to you my friendIn this letter to you my friendIn this letter to you my friendAnd don't tell me you been comin' up easyStop, drop, you're life is greasyYou used to say that you would come aroundBut you're never hereYou have beenUp above so high so high so highAnd lived, in the dirtYou have feltSome loveAnd youHave been hurtWell I've gone to shorten my roadWith a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' to strike)And as we walk along the coveAnd know that this is rightYou may think I'm crazyYou may think I'm foolishBut I'm coming through the lightningComin' back to youDon't tell me you been comin' up easyStop, drop, you're life is greasyYou used to say that you would come aroundBut you're never hereYou have beenUp above so high so high so highAnd lived, in the dirtYou have feltSome loveAnd youHave been hurtOh my my my my my my myI'm feelin' fineOh my my my my my my myI'm comin' throughOh my my my my my my myOh my my my oh myYou have beenUp above so high so high so highAnd lived, in the dirtYou have feltSome loveAnd youHave been hurtOh you have been you have beenUp above up aboveAnd you've lived and you've lived in the dirt in the dirtOh you have felt you have feltSome love some loveAnd you were you wereBeen hurtYou have been up above