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• Artiste: Ezio
• Titre: Inside me again (immigrants table)
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well I found myself eating at an immigrants table and there were strange voices coming from a black & white TV there was steam from the kitchen and it misted up the mirror and when I wiped on my reflection for the first time I saw me yes I found myself eating at an immigrants table there were smiles that would cut through any Sunday gloom there were other children playing in the front room & on the staircase but I had to watch the steam as it swirled around the room it seemed to hang in the air rise up to the sky and it circles in space after years have gone by and it drops to the ground and runs to the sea the one in the photograph behind me and it makes a wave crashes in to the rocks and sand and wets the soap that takes away the day from both your face and hands and I drank it from a glass and it's all inside me again and I found myself eating at an Immigrants table and there were brave men talking about the way things used to be and everything was clean on those special Sundays deep voices made me feel safe and that?s the way it's meant to be and that?s the way it's meant to be and there is no way you can change it you can try with all your might but you?ll never rearrange it who we are, where we?re from where we?re going, we go there alone and we all know joy and we all know fear and we all know the bittersweet taste of tears that dry on your face and rise to the sky and circle in space after years have gone by and they drop to the ground and run to the sea the one in the photograph behind me and it makes a wave crashes in to the rocks and sand and wets the soap that takes away the day from both your face and hands and I drank it from a glass and it's all inside me again seems to hang in the air and rise to the sky and circles in space after years have gone by and it drops to the ground and it runs to the sea the one in the photograph behind me and it makes a wave crashes in to the rocks and sand and wets the soap that takes away the day from both your face and hands and I drank it from a glass and it's all inside me again