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• Artiste: David's Lyre
• Titre: English Roses
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I'll take my jacket off Only if we'll stay a while Your mind was made up Driving round to pass the time All through my childhood I walked these streets passed every day For this place is changing A shadow of what I would claim I think about the gardens roamed Amongst the English roses there is stood is stood the place we own Surrounded by the houses They set it on fire Don't look back we'll flee from this city We'll fight our desire Don't look back for fear that we'll turn to salt And I hear my hearts cry To my head my hands my feet Speaks of this city This feast I find my table seat They'll find our absence To empty chairs perverse our names But this place is changing A shadow of what I would claim I think about the gardens roamed Amongst the English roses there is stood is stood the place we own Surrounded by the houses They set it on fire Don't look back we'll flee from this city We'll fight our desire Don't look back for fear that we'll turn to salt They set it on fire Don't look back we'll flee from this city We'll fight our desire Don't look back for fear that we'll turn to salt