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• Artiste: Quelle Source (The)
• Titre: The Painters
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The signal-less drivers are so content with their named napkins and their stolen paper bag hearts They tie their hands behind their back That's the name for them: The Painters of the Green Trees But I'll sit in the glare of the sun, drunk Burying the bones my grandfather took And everytime I don't give birth I put my head out the window 'Cause that's another day that he's alive and another day that I don't have to die And you're right You're so right God forbid an empty chair But even if you hollowed out the backseats of the broken cars there's still room enough for me on the floor So I'll sit in the glare of the sun, drunk Burying the bones my grandfather took And everytime I don't give birth I put my head out the window 'Cause that's another day that he's alive and another day that I don't have to die