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• Artiste: The Lonelyhearts
• Titre: Notes on the Reassignment
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Corsets, bowties, and a bottle of Ides in the back of the car Your daddy threw my hands in the gutter underneath the stars And I laughed 'cause it was funny the way he screamed And the way you put your hands inside of my jeans Summer at the stable, your old camera and playing cards We stole a pint of whiskey and pitched a tent in the old junkyard And we talked of going to college in the fall And the pictures we'll put up on sorority walls We try to hold the moment and make it last But paradise has locked its wicked doors Now that I'm a man you're just a memory My innocence I left in Tennessee A marriage made on eggshells and that man you found in Hell Kids with that look in their eyes that Mother isn't well And it's funny how you try to make your love When I'm the only one you're dreaming of The love we made betrayed the Southern Cross Look at what we had and what we lost Now that I'm a man you're just a memory My innocence I left in Tennessee But the photographs of our beautiful youth They don't lie, they can only tell the truth But the photographs of our beautiful youth They don't lie, they can only tell the truth They don't lie, they can only tell the truth They don't lie, they can only tell the truth