Paroles Pigeons de The Hundred in the Hands
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Textes et Paroles de Pigeons
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
(repeat)
Kicking on the edge of town
Counting all the pigeons down
Walking in the steps of men.
I have the feeling they're not breathing.
She's shaking like a rattle
Sneaking out, the hour's still
Waiting for the room to fall in
Watching the time unwind.
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
Saturday, Saturday
We go!
Kicking on the edge of town
Counting all the pigeons down
Walking in the steps of men.
I have the feeling they're not bleeding.
Laughing like a right-loon
Slavering at the silvery moon
Waiting for the room to fall in
Waiting for him to come.
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday comes, Sunday comes
We go
Saturday, Saturday
We go
She is still not still is not still.
He is here and not here at all.
Cold grey morning, waking in his room she goes
Crawling out the window,
Climbing up the crooked stairs.
Above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons
Turning circles in the morning sky.
I don't know why, you don't just fly away,
Fly away, fly away
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
(I don't know why, you don't just fly away,
Away, away, away)
Saturday comes, Sunday comes, we go
(I don't know why, you don't just fly away,
Away, away, away)
We go
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- Nouvelles paroles :
- Le lit sauvage - Quand vint la grâce - Vive les tamalous - Après les Drapeaux - L'age des possibles - DON'T STOP JAMMIN'
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- Nouveaux artistes :
- Sébastien PERRIN - Dominique Fidanza - BIGA*RANX - Albert Babin - Guylaine et Celine Royer - Caroline Levasseur
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- Meilleur classement :
- Comme un boomerang - La nuit je mens - Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère - Céline - La montagne - You Know Who You Are
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