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• Artiste: Powderfinger
• Titre: This Syrup To Exchange
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It's a early rise His teeth are furred And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold The sun divides Imagined leaves A shelter while I sleep There are many years To cloud my mind But no burden It's heavy like a tipping load Early day On a bloodied patch Only noise and brick surround Tradition sinks In the soil here As a rock is swallowed in the mud The polluted skin Of my brittle earth It keeps the bleeding at bay This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me My spirit has rearranged Crippled, dampened, lame As it goes The syrup fills my eyes The days faces fade to black And I don't feel And I can't fight For my home anymore Anymore And I return to an open land Where bloods blanket shielded me This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me My spirit has rearranged Crippled, dampened, lame