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• Artiste: San Fermin
• Titre: The Myth
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When the seabirds come To close my eyes and leave my body behind When the time is come To lift this worried weight from my spine I want to bathe in amber by a quiet bay I want to feel the water on my naked legs The salt drying on my skin When the seabirds come And they will know the names of everyone I loved Lemons on a lemon tree slowly drying up It’ll be alright I would sing for their lives I would sing for their lives If I knew the words When the seabirds come Ships in an orange sky And birds of brilliant white fly low to talk to me Remind me of the child who I used to be Running on tiptoe I would sing for my life I would sing for my life If I knew the words