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• Artiste: Triffids (The)
• Titre: 107
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107 pulled out of the station You said it would be on time this time Father Jim said leaving was our choice Sure hope things will be different this time Off in the distance, lights on the outskirts Last time I saw them was the last time I saw you Man next to me had difficulty breathing Lights on the bend disappearing from view Signalman gave us last minute warning Sky was so heavy it sank like a rock Man turning blue he had difficulty breathing Unfortunately by then it was too late to stop Surely we're wasting our time here alone Now that we see it is slipping through our hands Better off turning our backs to the rain Turning our attention to the matters at hand Surely we're wasting our time here alone Now that we see it is slipping through our hands Better off turning our backs to the rain Turning our attention to the matter at hand Remember we said we were gonna stop at nothing Listen to no one, never turn back Now the more we struggle the deeper we sink Once you have left you can never go back And the more we struggle the deeper we sink And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain And being drawn up just to start all over And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain And making an effort and being drawn up again And the sky made of rock and our backs to the rain