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• Artiste: Wilco
• Titre: Country Disappeared
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Wake up, we're here, it's so much worse than we feared There's nothing left here, the country has disappeared The winter trees bleeding, leave red blood The summer sweet dreaming, April blush But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again Hold out your hand, so much you don't understand So stick as close as you can, all of the best laid plans You've got the white clouds hanging so high above you You've got the helicopters dangling, angling to shoot The shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew, anchorman So every evening we can watch from above Crushed cities like a bug Fold ourselves into each others guts Turn our faces up to the sun I won't take no, I won't let you go All by yourself, oh no, you need my help When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier The snowflakes break through the atmosphere And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear Every evening we can watch from above Crushed cities like a bug Fold ourselves into each others blood And turn our faces up to the sun