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• Artiste: Greg MacPherson
• Titre: Southern Lights
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They woke up on a northern river delta On the border between east and west Terry took one last half-assed look around him Pulled the weight of their misfortunes off his chest He said, “Marie, don't you be coming after me I'm a long way off from where I'll be I won't be coming back here again Until the southern city lights light up for me.” She had a face beaten down by all the sounds And a voice barely loud enough to scream He kept a picture of the woman that he loved in his back pocket Torn out from some skin flick magazine There's no way it could go any other way He was born to end up losing in the end She said, “You'll be coming back here again...” But in her head somewhere she knew that she was free Terry looked down at the lakes and frozen rivers Rolled a another cigarette between his knees He said, “It seems to me this world's got a lot more than I been taking And from now on I'll be laughing in my sleep.” Marie don't you be coming after me I'm a long way off from where I'll be. I won't be coming back here again Until the southern city lights light up for me. So fast by Should've stayed sleeping