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• Artiste: Sundowners
• Titre: The Language Of Man
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Wishing that they’d have more time Your friends are gone and you’re left alive Will I come to terms before I go? Will I ever learn? Will I ever grow? I don’t think I can, I think the answer’s no The first and last time I met you, you were inching down the road Your cane kicked dust and your stories end was told You sat down on that bench, brittle bones beneath you Your eyes showed loss and I knew you were alone Suspenders strapped, you began to speak how you just got back from the hospital. The days gotta be closing in. I thought about myself ahead not knowing when that could be It must go quicker than we know.