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• Artiste: Hem
• Titre: Walking Through the Graveyard, Not Breathing
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Walkin' past the graveyard We're holdin' in our breathes It's a long way to the corner Trying not to wake the guests inside the rows of mausoleums, the gate with iron wings They are there, though we can't see them as the breath inside is burnin' 'til the games we play as children come to harden into bone Runnin' from this city made of stone I'm walkin' past the graveyard May the breath inside me stay As I stumble out the barroom Or I'm face-down in the hallway Where the games we played as children keep us safe when we're alone Hiding from this city made of stone I'm walkin' past the graveyard Another year has past And the breath that I've been holding is rising up and lasts until it burns through all the sadness This breathe just wants to spill But if I've grieving, then I'm talking Then I'm kneeling on the hill and saying... Can I bless you? Can I bless you? Can I bless you? Can I bless you still?