Paroles Private Parades de Martin Finke

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Textes et Paroles de Private Parades





Was there laughter when we were locked
My hand on your mouth when you talked
It could only mean treasures and drinking
And private parades for your private thinking

People believe that I've known you for years
And that all of your medals are mine
And the fruit that you picked
When we started to look like this
Then it's turned into wine

I could open the door and step into the rain
Not knowing the traffic but sure
There's a book on the shelf
And a new load of delf
You'll buy it yourself
I'll go with you

This isn't my footprint
This isn't my town
This lost body's been washed up in heaven
Like wool on a barb I've been caught on the run
On the run from this shimmering flood
Of loneliness

Was there laughter when we were locked
My hand on your mouth when you talked
It could only mean treasures and drinking
And private parades for your private thinking
I cleaned my house and wept
So happy that i'd been kept
And though I've also done some keeping
There's a little weeping left


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