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• Artiste: Dispatch
• Titre: May We All
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He went to Hyannis to let go of Alice for the third and final time I asked him if it worked when he got back, he said he didn't have the time The time to tell me anything or the time to let her go But I guess it wasn't a good time to press So I guess I'll never know, I'll never know On the way back looking straight ahead, we were hypnotized by the road Saw the coins on the dashboard truck and decide that they could float In the air I looked down at the time, and mistook it for the radio I thought about the little choices we made along And the song played on as if it didn't know May we all be forsaken: Like the soldier trying to leave, the mother trying to sleep May we all be mistaken: About our current state, about the current of hate Bleeding on and on and on to sell our soul Asked me why I was crying, said I stubbed my toe And I wanted to blame the roots of the trees For pushing up the concrete but now I know In the air I looked down at the time And mistook it for the radio I thought about the little choices we made along And the song played on as if it didn't know May we all be forsaken: Like the black man trying to breathe Or the woman that's never believed May we all be mistaken: About our current state, about the current of hate Bleeding on and on and on and sell our soul Ask me why I was crying, said I stubbed my toe And I wanted to blame the roots of the trees For pushing up the concrete but now I know May we all be forsaken: Like the soldier trying to leave, the mother trying to sleep May we all be mistaken: About our current state, about the current of hate May we all be forsaken: Like the black man trying to breathe, or the woman that's never believed May we all be mistaken: About our current state, about the current of hate