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• Artiste: Andrew Bird
• Titre: Shoulder Mountain
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You walk into a room And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable But it was cold outside Figures sodden and smug and impenetrable They hand the bags to you And their shoulders are forming a mountain range They don't invite you in Though you are [?], [?], and by no means strange When you finally find your family Will you be turning your back on your former self? It's a story of hypocrisy Once was poor, is now a manner of wealth Will he be turning his back on his former self? Will he be turning his back? Turning his back again? Turning your back again? Turning your back again on your former self How do I know when a stranger's not a god in disguise Who will fallow your fields and make you bleed from your eyes Rain fires from the skies And for God sakes [?] They hand their bags to you (Oooh) They don't invite you in (Oooh) Turning your back on your former self Will you be turning your back? Turning your back again Turning your back on your former self Oooh You walk into a room And you are instantly feeling uncomfortable But it was cold outside Figures sodden and smug and impenetrable How do I know when a stranger's not a god in disguise Who fallow your fields and make you bleed from y our eyes Rain fires from the skies And for god sakes [?]