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• Artiste: Bravery, The
• Titre: The Spectator
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The birds are up when he collapses through her door Spilling out in constellations on her floor Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed He is a nocturnal always alone They all speak in secret codes that he has never known In this world but not of it so he watches from above it A visitor here, this is not home I am the spectator I can see the world passing by from here And I am just a child to a man back to the dust where I began I was never even here at all I am the spectator I am the spectator His eyes like two cats scratching in his head Begging him for sleep starving for a bed But sleep it never comes so he ticks the time away Hour after hour hear them play The bells go Chime, chime, chime Ticking, ticking time Chime, chime, chime Ticking, ticking time.