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Four Winds

アーティスト:Bright Eyes  アルバム:Four Winds 

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Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl With 15 cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her hair But when great Satan's gone, The Whore of Babylon She just can't sustain The pressure where it's placed She caves The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Quran is mute If you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth Still, they're pouring over Sanskrit under ivy league moons While shadows lengthen in the sun Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds It's knocking over fences,


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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