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• Artiste: Corpus Callosum
• Titre: Good Morning
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The night, she is old She walks with a cane She is tapping it down the side walk In warning of the day With careful, cold fingers She is collecting her shroud Laid by the milk At the step of each house Just the scraps of the gown Of that orange-haired girl Who is courting the Dusk Halfway 'round the world Behind blue-stained hills The prisoner waits He is rattling the sun Like a ball on a chain His coat is the sky The stars are his food But he's pursuing a woman Who is pursuing her youth Beds will be stirring As I turn a key in it's lock The gambler should have known What was won must be lost An auto-piano played This song to the dark And the clock, it did weep While it pushed us apart Love is a gear That will turn on its own Dispensing the bottles To the ones left alone We will bury the bones Of our hearts one more time As we drink to the ghost Of the end of the night