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• Artiste: Adam Stephens
• Titre: Lead in Our Lungs
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You came from the north in the fall of the year with a crack in your voice, and a curl in your hair You weep like a faucet; it's been a dry year have you a few drops to spare? have you a few drops to spare? And we'll trip on your heels in the pale light of dawn and soak up your wisdom like a bar rag does dreams if we can't find our way back then we'll just keep on it's never as far as it seems it's never as far as it seems and when all the yarns you spun come undone lord, come undone we'll lay in the grass and hurl stones at the sun well, the wind's in our backs, but there's lead in our lungs in the wee small hours the fiddler unloads but the price of his freedom is more than your change at the foot of his tongue the barnacles grow the song is always the same the song is always the same the song is always the same the song is always the same