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• Artiste: Saddles
• Titre: The Philanthropist
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There was a bright white day in white fields, White baled up like hay. And I was frolicking with a woman in that field. Brushing crumbs of cake and dried up milk cups, I am fumbling to find a way to write this down for you. See, I was a man of letters in my mind, But in letters I find I am struggling to speak mine. Oh my... And there was a deep dark time before that find on cover white When I was frolicking with a woman through the night. There was a fast white day with bloody screams and coffee stains. We were laughing loud, but laughing still in vain. Pushing calls of days when we'd fill fields with sweaty smiles But hey, you were toiling in a field of your own. See, I was a man of morals in my mind, But more often I find I am struggling to keep mine. Oh my! But there was a bright white time before that fright on cover white, When I was frolicking with a woman in the light. And there was a distant time With heater high and shackle tight When I was tossing and turning through the night.