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• Artiste: Suggs
• Titre: Haunted
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The rain falls on my head Runs down my collar, cold as lead The time on my hands Slips through my fingers like sand What if the bus don't stop What if the bus don't come Then we'll walk Then we'll run Huge posters of smiling faces Staring blankly in the heat That leave me cold On the sunny side of the street And holding up the corners Mad souls of rag and bone Castles of cold night air Soft beds of paving stone Cause I feel haunted I feel haunted Truly truly haunted The wind blows in my ear Ooh ooh, this time of year The rain falls on my head Runs down my collar, cold as lead The time on my hands Slips through my fingers like sand We'll take your car But if it' too much fuss We won't wait, we'll take the bus What if the bus don't stop What if the bus don't come Then we'll walk Then we'll run Cause I feel haunted I feel haunted Truly truly haunted