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• Artiste: Champs
• Titre: Sophia
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I can see the dust upon your desert shoes, and I long to hear your wandering day blues. I tell you all my secrets and I share with you my news, now there's nothing more for me to do but lose. Please tell me nothing compares. Please tell me nothing compares. Please tell me nothing compares to the road, I'll ride with you. In line with all the roses on your final parade, down beneath the demons in the shade. I carried your last breath into the places we once played, and I buried all the memories that we made. Please tell me nothing compares. Please tell me nothing compares. Please tell me nothing compares, to the road, I'll ride with you. You go on your own way anyway, I'll stand with my face in the sun. You go on your own way anyway, come up and get it. I can see the dust upon your desert shoes, and I long to feel your wandering day blues. I tell you all my secrets and I share with you my news, now there's nothing more for me to do but lose.