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• Artiste: Frank Black
• Titre: When The Paint Grows Darker Still
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I am just a weary singer Moving through this world of ills Hark the choir of predecessors When the paint grows darker still Once I found a golden trumpet In the mash of an old landfill Now I play for the spirits When the paint grows darker still Winter waited in my garden When the sun did refuse to shine Honeybees all in a slumber Skies filled up the sea Falling down on me Winter waited in my garden When the sun did refuse to shine Honeybees are in a slumber Skies filled up the sea Falling down on me See his eyes turn to stained glass Head to toe in a black roadkill Here I am for your judgment When the paint grows darker still When the paint grows darker still When the paint grows darker still