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• Artiste: Dan Mangan
• Titre: Lynchpin
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The lynchpin, that holds all your eyes to your lids All your outsides to your ins, is wavering And the truth is you don't know where to begin All those walls caving in, it's beautiful Till the morning comes, everything is now What isn't broke, it'll break somehow Till the morning comes, till the morning comes And in the broken hours, everything is now Waking up somewhere with someone somehow In the broken hours, in the broken hours Every morning's a resurrection Shaking off all the dead One more go at it So you're giving in, and the letting go is letting you in You can feel the blood in your skin, like the first time And your lungs fill as your legs break And you hold still 'cause you're okay It's a steep hill and a long way, down Till the morning comes, everything is now What isn't broke, it'll break somehow Till the morning comes, till the morning comes And in the broken hours, everything is now Waking up somewhere with someone somehow In the broken hours, in the broken hours Every morning's a resurrection Shaking off all the dead One more go at it Ain't it something, you get broken All the sudden, you're split wide open In the broken hours, till the morning comes In the broken hours, till the morning comes In the broken hours, in the broken hours Every morning's a resurrection Shaking off all the dead One more go at it