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• Artiste: Dickins, Tom
• Titre: Bones
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Baby, there's not much left for you to take tonight I've got twenty dollars and a pack of cigarettes And Ma, she's not that far away now But far enough away to seem a comic tragic figure And Dad's not that much older than me tonight And landlord knows that he's no richer And I'm not ready for this close-up, Mr De Mille Oh but I'll fill every corner of this uneven picture Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on Take these empty veins and fill them with wind That I can sail away on. This dot-to-dot life is no longer connected The optimist in me has retired And everything's broken like glass; or waves; or girl's hearts And I don't take plastic anymore, so cheque in with me Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on Take these empty veins and fill them with wind That I can sail away on. Make me make sense again Kindly won't you wake me when I don't have to blindly drive on Rent me a new lease on life A slightly smoother landing strip Than I can land alive on Give me something concrete Or maybe something to believe in A slightly happy end Or just buy me one more ticket To some place we've never heard of Where we can be free again... Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on Take these broken wings and put them in my bones That I might rest my life on Take these sailing winds and put them in my blood That I might shed some light on me Take these bones and break them to make me wings That I can fly away on...