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• Artiste: Hotel Of The Laughing Tree
• Titre: Sunday Squires
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I might have lied to acquit my crimes. And I might have cried just to get me by. But how did I collide with all your guns and smoke? A thousand miles high the ocean yawns and chokes. It yawns and brings me home. And every day you carved a brand new face for everyone. And every night you're drying the salt from your eyes. How did I arrive with all these hearts and holes? With falsely advertised conditional love exposed? I don't know your name. I'm tracing your skin, in the town where you live. Just stay for the night, and I'll wrong all your rights. There's a town off the coast, where they sigh like a ghost in my home (Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)