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• Artiste: Gone Jackals (The)
• Titre: You Don't Know A Thing About Me
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You let me slide, baby On a sheet of thin ice. Asking no questions And receiving no lies You speak to me in parables You manufacture truth My time is up Just wake me up when you're through You tell me what I do You tell me what I think But you don't know a thing about me You read me the future From the palm of my hand You plunge new depths To remain in my plans You draw your conclusions From imaginary scenes And piss your confusion Into the stream. You're hurling it hard, What you believe to be true But you don't know a thing about me Yeah, you don't know a thing about me Said, you don't know a thing about me Last, lovely, night My skin was bare The cool wind satisfied I stood at the edge Loosened a wing And braced for flight Long live the night Next of kin had not been notified I soared like a bird The light of the moon's The light of my life I'll tell you anything That you'd like to hear But you don't know a thing about me Said, you don't know a thing about me No, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me