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• Artiste: Guillemots
• Titre: Clarion
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All the notebooks in the world can never hold the lives I hold But I've gotta make them real It's like covering a bird in solid steel All of these thoughts that I conceal Through silence All the hearts in this red world can never hold the love I hold But I'm throwing it away It's like swimming in oceans made of clay Swimming in circles 'round the bay So blindly Well feed me out to the lions My hearts a lion Feed me out to the lions well I make excuses pass the buck I play the crowd but it's down to me not luck When the lights are on The dreaming clouds they're living in They try to hide their master fear But their tears they catch on fire And as they drop they dance with my desire Don't think a plane could get much higher (plane could get much higher) Higher than I do Just on imagination, just on hope Just on the thought that you will someday have a face Give me a beat and real sound Maybe some feet will reach cold ground To find you Well feed me out to the lions If I say this one more time Feed me out to the lions I beg, I hope, I wish, I pray But that's not gonna send me on my way When the lights come on