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• Artiste: St. Paul & The Broken Bones
• Titre: Hurricanes
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Shattered sunlight on the floor Hidin' the room that is made of fathers, sons, and other ghost Stained glass memories in the fog We lost our refuge, the creatures made of plastic and of smoke I feel you comin' like Hurricanes, and I don't mind I feel you comin' like Hurricanes, and I don't mind Chameleons restin' on the vine Strangled by hands that are hidin' in the heart, finest glow Button wood trees took us all Church full of strangers, who choke on words Made of thorns and gold I feel you comin' like Hurricanes, and I don't mind I feel you comin' like Hurricanes, and I don't mind Is it warm, is it cold Is there hope inside there Is it right, is it wrong Does it feel just right now Take me out, sweet light Breathe it in, breathe it out There's no added room for Nothing comes, nothing goes But it's pleased to go far Fill me up, feel me out Won't you ever take me Fill me up with light Is it warm, is it cold Is there hope inside there Is it right, is it wrong Does it feel just right, now Take me in, take me out Won't you ever take me Take me out, sweet light