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• Artiste: Fosca
• Titre: There Is Another Country
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You watch and wince and then you yearn "Will people in London never learn?" The grace of Harrow and Eton skies Has yet to be beaten in your eyes. Give me days of dreaming spires, Over punctured bicycle tyres. In a place devoid of taste Remaining chaste isn't much of a waste. It's not such a waste. It's not much of a waste. Don't be so down on Breeders. They are people too, well so I heard. The chapel's hymns and sweet-sung psalms, They offer you Love within their arms. There's Love in their arms. Real Love in those arms, For those cruelly born into the wrong time or class. Into the wrong time or class. O Love without emulation. Of Love without negotiation. It's Love without association. Show me Love without toleration. It's Love without defamation. Real Love without social tourism. O Love without remission! O Love without permission! O, Barrie, you know far too much about me. J.M. Barrie, he knows far too much about me, it seems... The "onlie begetter" had it down to the letter for me. I'm out of sync and on the blink, and I would sink normally... If this wasn't such a dead sea. I'm out of sync and on the brink, and I would sink easily... If this place wasn't such a dead sea.