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• Artiste: Lucksmiths
• Titre: Summertown
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I'll drop you a postcard, I'll pick up my pen Miranda Street's deserted, it's winter again Give me ten minutes and I'll paint you a picture Of holiday houses where the sun won't shine And the paint is peeling around the ‘vacancy' sign And it's winter forever, whatever the weather And these are my autumn years This is the town where the girl got run down Pale sun in the pine trees, her golden hair on the ground Her body crumpled and I was sick by the side of the road The sun goes down on the town where the sun never rose I'm waiting for December, I'm waiting for September I'm waiting for the tide to come back in Give me fifteen seconds and I'll show you around Where I end is where I begin There's nothing in between Kicking a stone along Miranda Street Stepping on cracks in the concrete With a head full of loose change And a pocket full of ideas I could walk forever and never get out of here This is the town where the girl got run down And this is the town where the postman was drowned And this is the town where that foundling was found And the name round his neck was mine How could it ever be so cold in summertime? I'm too young to be so old in Summertown