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• Artiste: Paula Cole
• Titre: Manitoba
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Falling North, of the Arctic Circle inside of you The bleakness, the cold eye of ice in you Tundra-heart, you banish all memories, all feeling You’re a distant cold-shoulder, I’m reeling Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba Therapy, that big trigger-word that changes you And touches the bulls-eye of rage in you What’s your fear? Remembering the abandoned little child Retreating in books while your father’s wild Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba Oh, we’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba Right by your side, naked and wide I feel my insides, start to come up inside my mouth It’s what I give, into this sieve It’s worse than lonely It’s hot tar on my innocence We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba We’re as dead as doors, we’re as dead as ashes Walking through your Manitoba, walking through your Manitoba It’s what I give, into this sieve, it’s worse than lonely It’s hot tar on my innocence Right by your side, naked and wide It’s worse than lonely, it’s hot tar on my innocence