paroles de chanson Sraid an Chloig - Solas
'Tisn't
often
I
think
of
you
these
days
But
today
on
your
birthday
I
miss
the
record
of
your
voice
With
its
one-track
of
complaining
And
your
second-hand
heart
With
its
torn
cover
The
closed
collection
of
your
feelings
I
waited
ten
minutes
on
the
street
of
the
clock
Counting
minute
by
minute
Grudgingly,
stuck
upedly
marching
past
me
On
high
heels,
on
clock
street
The
rain
plays
a
tear-tune
That
calls
for
words
And
my
throat
choked
with
a
cold
There
isn't
a
note
in
my
head
And
oh
my
heart
of
the
one
tune
With
its
athletic
fingers
Here
we
go
again
with
the
learning
season
I
waited
ten
minutes
on
the
street
of
the
clock
Counting
minute
by
minute
Grudgingly,
stuck
upedly
marching
past
me
On
high
heels,
on
clock
street
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