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• Artiste: Good Morning Gladys
• Titre: The Tourist
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"So don't treat these words as wind," My angered words slip through my clinched teeth I see this is not your place Don't bother wandering through here anymore And you are the bird who carried the seed Over the grass, littered with trees You are the one who takes away Every word breathed into her heart So that she might not be saved. After a driving rain, She is still a barren field This has gone too far To you we'll never kneel And you are the fire that never has enough You took this home, because you can't stand the thought of Love And when our hands reached higher than the flames You threatened our lives just to see us burn See us burn again. But he will rescue us from your hand We will not be consumed Our hands will always reach higher than the flames.