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• Artiste: Green My Eyes
• Titre: Fountains
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I was hoping for a life that would be epic and magic But the stories that we wrote were mostly short And end tragic Except you You were different We ended before we began it You appeared in the doorway of the bar where my friend used to work Then disappeared, like a ghost So we raised you a toast "Here's thinking of her" Except words Don't say what they mean And fade before they're heard So leave me one memory before I go on To a new life, and the wondering what we could have become One last look before the trail goes cold Isabelle, believe me We will never grow old If we drink from the fountain We found under your bed on the Fourth of July We grow young in the water I'll teach you to swim if you teach me to fly Except time Is a one-way road And you can't ignore the signs So leave me one memory before I go on To a new life, and the wondering what we could have become One last look before the trail goes cold Isabelle, believe me, we will never grow old How she lays See how she lays In the dark How she lies See how she lies In the flickering pale of the fountain's light I was hoping for a life that would end up resembling what we used to believe That our years of trial and error would lead to some discoveries Except life Has a way of passing by And no No way to repeat So leave me one memory before I go on To a new life, and the wondering what we could have become One last look before the trail goes cold Isabelle, believe me, we will never grow old You and I You and I You and I You and I