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• Artiste: Patrick Wolf
• Titre: Bluebells
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Lucy, remember The smell of that fall The fires of fungus And the rotting leaves I fell off the wagon Into your arms Into this long month of sundays And you were my husband My wife, my heroin Now this is our final December Now deep in a forest Losing all though of spring And nothing can help me remember And I'm going nowhere fast A darker day has holed at last Deep in a dream I set the calmness to spinning And your love has come too late Away from the garden gate Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing Now that it's over after all that we had A river runs through the rafters down, down, down Does it leave me sleeping? Dreaming only of spring The phone rings out and I remember But I'm going nowhere fast A darker day has holed at last Deep in this dream I set the calmness to spinning And your love has come too late Now wave to the garden gate Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing Ringing, ringing, ringing Wanna hear them ringing, my love Wanna hear them ringing Ringing...