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SWEET CRUDE
Sun Sept
Set in stone
Words carved in wet cement
Made it home
Never learned what they meant
A trail of nuts and bolts
That rattled off the old machine
You call your hopes and dreams
Somebody calls my name
Chaque fois je frème les yeux (every time I close my eyes)
Papillon (butterfly),
Where do you go when it rains?
Broken arm
Sign my name on your wing
A trail of nuts and bolts
That rattled off the old machine
You call your hopes and dreams
A wailing song
A beat that battles on
A twist and turn to guide you home
Somebody calls my name
Chaque fois, chaque fois, chaque fois je frème les yeux
Chaque fois, chaque fois, chaque fois je frème les yeux
Every time I close my eyes
Somebody calls my name
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