Correction Paroles Future Lies par The Frights

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There's nothing ever happening here
In a vision comes my seventeenth year
With a wool hat covering your sweat wet ears

Near a sewer in your neck of the woods
How has sailor ever tasted so good
When the pigs ran by with a light shining bright

This is heaven this is wine in a skin
It's how every boring story begins
I was written into punchlines I took on the chin

Madeira on the bar being used
In a dinner that my mother refused
I can see us in a van with our bones so smooth

Whatever reason we had started so young
Educated by the burn of my thumb
I could tell you bout it now but it sounds so dumb

We had had it in the seventeenth year
Sound was broken into pieces of steel
Nothing pretty bout the sound of a train in gear

Remember everything is nothing at all
Silent posters on a history wall
Licking fingers undercover in a bunk bed hall

You were pretty as a pile of brain
You were happy I remember you saying
Do you envision how he smelt as you walked away

In the beeline
Stands an island
Arms akimbo
Heart divine
In the ocean
Dives a deep bird
Where my long lost
Future lies

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