Paroles Eyeless in Holloway de Johnny Flynn

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Textes et Paroles de Eyeless in Holloway




There's a man at handThere's a way betweenWith the sinking sandAnd a crooked dreamAnd collared off at the modern age of nineSummoned up for walking down the lineThey lost eyes in old city streetsWhere the funeral pyres burned the last of the meekFilled his bootsAnd he tipped his capAnd a root-de-tootWith the boss and thatAnd told a girl of the summer by the seaSaid to her would you like to go with meWind is turnedAnd a conker dropsAnd the signals changesAnd the hard to softIn with changes, always out with timeNothing left but walking down the lineThey lost eyes in old city streetsWhere the funeral pyres burned the last of the meekDrag your loose nest through the denAnd I come out less with sporting wearMould to fit than you'd be feeling nowShe is "when" and he is always "how"Then her sweetness and his sweeter scentedAnd her fury's swimming til the fury's mendedAnd lost in all might be to lost in timeWhat join the dots might be to walk the lineThey lost eyes in old city streetsWhere the funeral pyres burned the last of the meekThey lost eyes in old city streetsWhere the funeral pyres burned the last of the meekThey lost eyes in old city streetsWhere the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

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