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• Artiste: The Smith Street Band
• Titre: Big Smoke
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That first winter in the forest We blew big smoke at the snow Explored the tracks along the reservoir And made friends we weren't obliged to know Slept naked by the fire and made angels with our bodies Used your spirit as a blanket that was big enough to cover me Want to live in a beautiful world And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you And it was a warm night in September The air was filled with distant laughter We had walked down to the water To dare each other to dive in The waves were ruining my omen Pair of pants that are not jeans But at least now there's a story And a memory of how you looked at me Want to live in a beautiful world And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you Want to live in a beautiful world And I don’t know how I’ll do it without I don’t know how I’ll do it without you When there’s a deep and violent sadness It grows in me as I get old A kind of concentrated madness Smashing Telecasters in my soul Smashing Telecasters in my soul Smashing Telecasters in my soul And I understand the irony That having someone next to me Does not offer security And in the end, I always leave