paroles de chanson The Dead - Nakhane
Well
there's
one
They
are
gray-eyed
I'm
sure
They
open
and
close
doors
Then
feed
me
in
the
evening
When
I'm
breaking
my
fast
I'm
walking
on
the
balls
of
my
feet
In
the
cold
to
meet
you
I
wish
I
had
shoes
on
Well
this
time
I'm
gonna
love
them
unceasingly
Sing
hallelujah
sort
of
willingly
And
dance
in
front
of
god
like
David
did
I'm
walking
on
the
balls
of
my
feet
In
the
cold
to
meet
you
I
wish
I
had
shoes
on
1 Christopher
2 The Dead
3 In the Dark Room
4 Be Moved
5 Robert
6 Abraham
7 Utopia
8 Tabula Rasa
9 If My Heart Were a Field
10 Fog
11 My Jonathan
12 As I Crane to See
13 The Hours
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