paroles de chanson Clementine - The Decemberists
You
slept
in
your
overalls
After
the
wrecking
ball
Bereft
you
of
house
and
home
And
left
you
with
sweet
fuck
all
So
we
got
in
your
car
With
our
kickabout
hearts
And
we
hollered
out
"Sweet
Clementine"
Tell
your
mom
to
marry
us
A
candle
to
carry
us
With
cans
on
our
bicycle
fender
So
sweet
and
hilarious
And
we′ll
find
us
a
home
Built
of
packaging
foam
That
will
be
there
'Till
after
we
die
And
I′ll
play
the
clarinet
Use
clam
shells
for
castanets
And
we
play
with
our
bags
on
our
shoulders
My
sweet
lady
lioness
And
I
watch
as
you
sleep
So
indelibly
deep
And
I
hum
to
you
"Sweet
Clementine"
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