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• Artiste: Bogsey and the Argonauts
• Titre: Long Live the Lighthouse
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And I stood in the kitchen like a coroner With a seashell pressed against his ear Terrified to breath, frantically trying to escape The shining white lines on her arms and legs Were attempts to regain control. But god, did every one of them, make me feel helpless A burning sensation fills the back of my throat At the crash of the telephone line My body, an empty and echoing valley And I ran to my car like a heart attack In a glass with lime and ice Cold, sour, and whimpering And I stood in the kitchen like a coroner With a seashell against his ear Terrified to breath, frantically trying to escape The shining white lines on her arms and legs Were attempts to regain control. But god, did every one of them, make me feel helpless And After 36 hours of I 90 driving and 350 gallons of regular gasoline left my car in the middle of a busy boston street engine purring, yeowling, and growling in heat you could hear me screaming for you from a thousand miles away please wait for me please wait for me please wait for me im on my way. Long live the lighthouse