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• Artiste: Chris Pureka
• Titre: Grey
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It was a saffron day on the avenue I took the evening train back to my dark room And the periwinkle sky was just the night in disguise Oh and everything eventually turns grey Well if you saw me now, I'd still talk at my shoes And if I saw you now, your eyes would still be blue And believing your own lies seemed like such a good idea But you see your father's eyes when you look into the mirror Oh and everything eventually turns grey It takes one hour to burn What was twenty years to come And we're all rubble at the bottom And it's all falling down Yeah it's all falling down The creases there, and my crooked spine The bold headlines now, a linear design Oh and everything eventually turns grey It takes one hour to burn What was two hundred years to come And we're all rubbled at the bottom And it's all falling down And it's all falling down Yeah it's all falling down Now, now it's getting yellow at the edges Cracking at the corners Bending at the knees You're getting blue in the face From screaming the warning And no one's listening It's hard to see, we turn away We're slowly walking underground Ashes to ashes now, ashes to ashes now Now your old idyllic hope is just A shipwreck on the shore And now your old idyllic hope is just A shipwreck on the shore