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Paris
(专辑: Lycanthropy - 2003)
It was seven in the
morning when the
spark began to give. The
bath was spilling over, my self pity spilling with it. So I, I
fled the
country to start it all again and I
found myself in Paris in the
cemetery rain. Dear anne came to me and took me by the
arm. Showed me old disasters embedded in the
palm. Warned me of a
lady with the
sun behind her head. With a a
granite neck, a
singer who can never sing again. but you, my love: You must come, come to joy, turn your head to the
sun its down to you, you can shine, you can shake all the
sorrow from your palm.. It's down to you if you dare to come to joy. What was it i
ran from, what burnt away inside? Four hundred schoolboys and a
lawyer at my side. Always running with these legs going nowhere. A
ghost in the
system, and angel on the
stairs... But oh! This time.... I
shall turn, turn my head to the
sun.. They are marching out of me.. One by one. Walking free. Oh! It's going out of.... Oh! I
can feel it moving, this time, yeah. I'm really moving. Now, are you ready to come, come to joy, turn your head to the
sun it's down to you, you can shine, you can give it up. It's all down to you, hold the
key in your hands, it's all in your hands. It's all in the
palm of your hands. [x4]
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