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• Artiste: Peter Doherty
• Titre: Felt Better Alive
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I gave my nights up for old songs, sound better alive I gave my life over to old songs, sound better alive I dredged the mouth of the Humber, felt better alive Slipped unnoticed across your border, felt better alive The song it skips and bumps along Seems to fall apart, then all I want as it comes together, sing the melody I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs, felt better oh my I tip-toed around gravestones digging up old songs, was a hell of a night There's song he skips and bumps along Seems to fall apart, then all at once it came together in sacred melody And I'd always planned To sing in a sweet and soulful way as only cowboys can But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet And the sky fell low over north London And it hangs low until this day I dreamt of gunfights in Toledo, when I opened my eyes I was in the lay by north of Telford, an A-road lay lay by And as the tour had gunked and jumped along, seemed to fall apart Then all at once ran true as a lay-line under sacred Albion And I had always planned To sing in a sweet and soulful way as only a cowboy can But my saddle strap snapped like a dog-chewed tourniquet And the sky hangs low over Margate sands And it hangs low ah...