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• Artiste: Garbage
• Titre: No Horses
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They'll love you too They'll love you too They'll love you too They'll love you too They'll come to you They'll come to you They'll come to you They'll come to you too They'll worship you They'll worship you They'll worship you They'll worship you They'll come to you They'll use you too They'll sell you too And they'll steal from you too There'll be no apologies And no more security There will be no cops Just men with guns In their shiny black uniforms And their big black boots With their shiny black batons And their sleek black cars With their fingers on the trigger With their fingers on the trigger With their fingers on the trigger And their skeleton keys And there will be no marches And there will be no purity And no more TV And no more motorcades And no horses, there'll be no horses No horses, no more motorcades There's a sky full of tears A sky full of tears There's a sky full of tears A sky full of tears I've been awake all night And the sun don't shine And the night's so long That the moon is in shock And all the lovers turn cops And all the lovers turn cops Oh all the lovers turn cops Oh all the lovers turn cops No horses, there'll be no horses No horses, no more motorcades No horses, there'll be no horses No horses, no more motorcades There'll be nothing to believe Nothing to lose There'll be nothing to hide And there'll be nothing to grow There'll be nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing Cause this is the apocalypse Yeah, this is the apocalypse This is the apocalypse That killed the horses