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• Artiste: Sirs
• Titre: Left To Our Own Devices
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feels like on the road i'm laughing about everything thats happening i bet you can't guess where i'm from whiner, he's stealing my tongue well thank god i'm still young a stow-away I'm jumping ship and earning my keep left alone reaching for could it be your face in the dark staring straight through solid walls midnight marathon's dream applause in the village is nothing but graves sorry hands shaping stone tools conquering left and right, our bodies caught between leaves and all sorts of debris they said were the buildings they couldn't decide well so what if my shoes are broken in and my old lungs stop breathing in still my keen eyes keep on seeing what is going on I'm a sailor singing ocean songs Reading lines by candle light We go our separate ways stomping old photographs in the grass so I can make our old days what I say captains killing time feeling parallel lines stalking silhouettes two or three abreast The sweetest talking man never stood a chance sail around the world sitting on your hands house hides car ant eats house boy burns ant car kills boy