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• Artiste: Devil Makes Three (The)
• Titre: Tow
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Some now left a child and did not even care Before the first shots of the battle here had even pierced the air Yes they run now like them children to those arms of mother earth Trying to pretend as if it was a day before their very birth Be me, I just grab these ropes that me and mine have left behind And I stare up to that mountain that I know I got to climb I keep towing that line, hmmm I keep towing that line, hmmm But down in basements choked with smoke, child of the past All them dreams come up for air around here but they can only gasp And all them old men they sit staring as life slips out of their grips Only to fall and disappear beyond their cracked old fingertips Be me, I just grab these ropes that me and mine have left behind And I stare up to that mountain that I know I got to climb I keep towing that line, hmmm I keep towing that line, hmmm I keep towing that line, hmmm I keep towing that line, hmmm But down in ditches by that road I call my own All them gypsies come up cursing now and all just throwing stones Yes they're big men now to settle down your life's all stale and cold As if I could spend my life the way they do just as they're told So if you should find me living low when the miles have passed me by And it seems that I have left now all that I could love behind I'm just towing that line, hmmm I'm just towing that line, hmmm