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Rats they run across the field criws rest in the tree
barcking madly at each other
standing from the roof top i scream wint you bark for me
as you turn you back and fly away

Caught on the fence you ve left behind
dive into an empty pool i ve tried
oh i ve tried
oh i tried writing with nothing in return

When the wind freed me from the roots the tied me down
now i need them back for comforting
carvings that we left in branches sacarred up on thistree
lingering are thoughts you left with me

Calling the phone that you ignore
slowly walking backwards from your door
oh i ve tried
now we are done fighting, it s time that you return

Candle lit small light inside the window that i see
hoping that the light still shines for me
standing on the curbside i scream please come back
as turn your back and fly away

Groundhogs diggig with their claws
burying their lover with dirty paws
oh i ve tried
there s no igniting, my head is in the dirt

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
Cept for sing for a rock n roll band
...

My nights were getting better
Without a lover
The feeling of peace I had
All by myself
Free to fill my space with
Things I really wanted
Giving no excuses I even had my own place
Had my own place

Those long nights
Those bright lights
Those carefree days
Those long nights
Those bright lights
I tell you I got it made

Never ever...

The afternoon left without me,
So I sat down in park,
The newsagents are closing,
Pretty soon it will be dark.

Face in paper,
Take me home.
Into your forgetful valley,
Keep me warm.

Must sell a lot of something,...

And after a many summer dies the swan
It withers slowly in thine arms
All night long amorous anthems sung
It s tears on your cheek, history of the fan

Sweet is the breath of night
with charm of earliest birds
Close over...

Ah les belles dames qui passaient par ma rue autrefois
Ah les belles dames font les yeux doux à d autres que moi

J suis pompiste dans un patelin entre Senlis et Paris
Autrefois soir et matin c était le paradis
J aimais surtout les...