paroles de chanson Yellow - Kashmir
Coming
home
throw
my
leather
jacket
on
the
floor,
drink
a
cup
of
coffee
through
a
book...
Ooh
there
is
no
one
to
spit
on,
except
the
little
dirty
picture
on
the
wall.
On
the
screen
it's
very
hard
for
me
to
see
through
the
haze
of
dying
children,
dying
children,
dying
children.
Grab
a
pen,
try
to
draw
a
silly
picture
of
a
brain,
hoping
that
my
own
look
better,
but
it's
all
just
bits
of
paper
and
I
am
getting
nowhere.
This
is
just
a
very
weak
expression
of
how
I
felt
that
wooden
windy
wednesday,
windy
wednesday,
windy
wednesday.
I
wanna
do
a
masterpiece
today.
Paint
pictures
of
the
moments
passed
away.
Put
colours
on
the
word
I
like
to
say.
On
the
brush
there's
a
tiny
yellow
colour
remain,
but
I
ain't
gonna
give
up
on
this
now.
I'll
paint
a
sun
from
floor
to
ceiling,
gonna
make
sure
that
it's
blinding.
This
is
just
a
very
weak
expression
of
how
I
felt
that
wooden
wendy
wednesday,
windy
wednesday,
windy
wednesday.
I
wanna
do
a
masterpiece
today.
Paint
pictures
of
the
moments
passed
away.
Put
colours
on
the
words
I
like
to
say
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