Paroles Our Times Of Disaster de Migala

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  • Chanson: Our Times Of Disaster
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All the girls on these times of disaster want a party I'm not able to give, so I learn every night some new clapping and dancing and the compass measure is the show.
When it would be so easy to give me a cure at night: some heat, some strength, near the dance floor. Just the softest 3 by 4 and you moving the head. No fear. No blankets. No pills. A hymn, yes.
All the girls on these times of disaster want a party I'm not able to give, so I learn every night some new clapping and dancing and the compass measure is the show.
Then it always comes the morning and it's sometimes really quiet but always full of echoes of you. The newspaper speaking noisy and the countdown of parent's wake. The shout of a life that it's silly and foul.


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