paroles de chanson Dizzy - Sixpence None the Richer
I′m
like,
Thomas
doubting
Fingers
routing
the
scars
in
your
wrists
and
side
Touching
flesh
will
make
my
mind
believe
But
I
want
to
be,
like
David
Throw
his
clothes
to
the
wind
to
dance
a
jig,
in
my
skin
And
be
remade
by
your
cleansing
again
I
give
you
myself,
it's
all
that
I
have
Broken
and
frail,
I′m
clay
in
your
hands
An'
I'm
spinning
unconcealed
Dizzy
on
this
wheel,
for
you
my
love
I′m
like
Peter
crying,
crowing
burning
my
ears
Still
you
come
near,
you
take
my
hand
And
place
it
upon
an
eternal
chance
I
give
you
myself,
it′s
all
that
I
have
Broken
and
frail,
I'm
clay
in
your
hands
An′
I'm
spinning
unconcealed
Dizzy
on
this
wheel,
for
you
my
love
I
give
you
myself,
it′s
all
that
I
have
Broken
and
frail,
I'm
clay
in
your
hands
An′
I'm
spinning
unconcealed
Dizzy
on
this
wheel,
for
you
my
love
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