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• Artiste: Robert Forster
• Titre: 121
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One sleeve rolled up One sleeve rolled down I'm wearing a black and white shirt In a sleepy town And I love the shirt, love the town And when the sun goes down We go to a café And we talk one to one And it's tombstones, cobblestones All those old bones That lie beneath this city But I want to see her one to one One to one I love her eyes and everything that they see I hope my footsteps are somewhere beneath me 'Cos it's another corner, another bend I run into an old, old friend She said she saw you moving through the streets like you owned them And it's tombstones, cobblestones All those old bones That lie beneath this city But I want to see her one to one One to one One to one, you to me Bring a whole new kind of certainty to my life To these days that run out to the sunset I see you by the old stone bridge Your daddy's beer down by the river's edge And it's... You know someone told me that you were at the health food store So I rushed there And there you were It was perfect And it's tombstones, cobblestones All those old bones That lie beneath this city But I want to see her Tombstones, cobblestones Her beautiful bones That lie beneath this city But I want to see her one to one One to one (repeat to fade)