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• Artiste: Winston Leaves
• Titre: Lights from the Garbage Hill
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This city is dying and I can smell smoke As the streets turn grey you don't ask me not to stay I remember that you stood silent 'cause there was something you wanted to show me and from this highest mountain it was easier to see I asked you what are those lights in the horizon and you said it's our city burning it's our past turning in to ashes and disappearing in the wind disappearing for good There are words that you could say to make me wish for rain tough it wouldn't wash away the filth that used to drive me insane but it wouldn't matter no it would be ok if there would be words, if there would be words I noticed how we never did anything to prevent this town from burning even when we knew we didn't have the tools with what we could build it again