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Every time a guy writes a song he's a cowboy, a sailor
Playin' with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
Every time he opens his mouth it's a loud movie trailer
Clippin' every image and sound he thinks proves he was here
A hand, a spike, a physical fight
A flash of light, a curtain
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
A height, a dive, a burden
A girl, a night, a typical type
A siren in the water
A scroll, a nod
A message from God
A son, a Holy Father
Every time a guy writes a song he's a sailor, a cowboy
Holdin' out the world in his palm like he made it himself
Every time I open my mouth
I think Wow what a loud noise
Still on the soapbox
Just hopin' I seem underwhelmed
The hand, the pen
The writin' again
The wind around the willow
The felt, the ice
The passage of time
The meltin' down the window
The now, the then
The thinkin' of When
The bottle in the ocean
The strike, the pause
The message from God forbid she shows emotion
This isn't rage
It's worth a mention
This is a fake internal tension
Sometimes I spread out one opinion and stand on its back to gauge attention
This isn't rage
It's too specific
I like to hate symbolic limits
This is no statement
I'm complicit
This is a dream
God put me in it
A hand, a spike, a physical fight
The wind around the willow
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time
The meltin' down the window
The now, the then
The thinkin' of When
The siren in the water
The strike, the pause
The message from God
Does that make me His daughter
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump
A score under the wire
Just sweep me up
Just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Just sweep me up
Just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Just sweep me up
Just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
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Rendu célèbre par Annabelle Dinda
Auteur-Compositeur : Annabelle Dinda
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de The Hand rendu célèbre par Annabelle Dinda