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Marco's shadow falls on the door
To the seven lost cities of gold Finds a raven's head and rattler's tail Dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's Unwanted here and his ghost lingers for years Amalia's face hides behind the mask Sweating on the tv factory line That smile on her face is starting to crack While welding back the pieces of shattered heart That's scattered out here, with the ghosts of her peers Searched for her lost love along the river of tears The river of tears The end of the working week When drunken worlds meet Both sides keeping a close eye For a break in the line here On the crystal frontier The crystal frontier The ground is shaking it's starting to crack Can't find the pieces of shattered heart That's scattered out here With the ghosts that never disappear Searched for the lost child along the river of tears The river of tears Blood spills out on the streets And bodies are missing for weeks Both sides keeping a close eye Watching the bullets fly here On the crystal frontier The crystal frontier Ram? tightens up his leather belt And slips through a hole in the fence He can get you anything you want Might cost you a life, might cost you The whole price of freedom here On the crystal frontier |
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It's the new indigo.
Oh indigo in the sentimental blues Oh indigo Just keep running through my mind, Just an old refrain that keeps on running through my brain It's blues don't you know Yes another sad refrain, I mean I couldn't wait for you I had to keep pushin' and askin' Don't you see? I thought you were the one for me Blues Always gets me in the sentimental blue Oh indigo Sophisticated swing The moon hangs too low Look to the falling rain Let it wash away your pain Ooh indigo A simple word, a whisper The smell of her perfume I ask myself Why I had to keep on Pushin' and askin' Blues Always gets me in the sentimental blue Fucking-drunken-never-thinking-blues Blue Indigo blues ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LUDOVICO LOIC LLORCA <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Je suis ne sous un ciel de traine
Entre Hambourg et Cuba Depuis je me promene Sur mon nuage a moi La ou le vent me mene J'ai entendu tant de sirenes chanter ici et la Que j'ai eu de la peine A filer toujours droit Que j'ai eu de la peine Tous les vagabonds vagabondent Et croisent un jour leur chance La terre n'est pas si ronde Tous les vagabonds vagabondent Abondent dans mon sens Sur la meme d'ondes Je me suis mis en quarantaine Deja au moins deux fois Loin des soirees mondaines Qui filent a la coda Pour jouer les memes rengaines Les chansons les plus bohemiennes Obeissent a ma voix Quand je caresse l'ebene De mon vieux piano droit Qui veut quitter la scene Tous les vagabonds vagabondent Et croisent un jour leur chance La terre n'est pas si ronde Tous les vagabonds vagabondent Abondent dans mon sens Sur la meme d'ondes Je suis ne sous un ciel de traine Le jour pointait pour moi Et l'ete, quelle veine M'a appris ce jour-la A filer a l'indienne... |
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