paroles de chanson We Can Talk - The Band
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                it 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                that 
                                                same 
                                                old 
                                                riddle, 
                                                only 
                                                starts 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                middle
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                fix 
                                                it 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don′t 
                                                know 
                                                how
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                reason, 
                                                but 
                                                you 
                                                might 
                                                think 
                                                it's 
                                                treason
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                voice 
                                                for 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Echoing 
                                                (echoing) 
                                                echoing 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                give 
                                                up 
                                                on 
                                                father′s 
                                                clock
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                it 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come, 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                show 
                                                you 
                                                how
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                keep 
                                                the 
                                                wheels 
                                                turnin′ 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                keep 
                                                the 
                                                engine 
                                                churnin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                did 
                                                ya 
                                                ever 
                                                milk 
                                                    a 
                                                cow? 
                                                (Milk 
                                                    a 
                                                cow?)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                chance 
                                                one 
                                                day 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                all 
                                                dressed 
                                                up 
                                                for 
                                                Sunday!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody, 
                                                everywhere:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                you 
                                                really 
                                                care?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                then 
                                                pick 
                                                up 
                                                your 
                                                heads 
                                                and 
                                                walk
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                it 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                we′ve 
                                                been 
                                                holding 
                                                something
 
                                    
                                
                                                Underneath 
                                                our 
                                                tongues
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                afraid 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                got 
                                                    a 
                                                pat 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                would 
                                                likely 
                                                burst 
                                                your 
                                                lungs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whoa, 
                                                stop 
                                                me, 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                should 
                                                sound 
                                                kinda
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I′d 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                burned 
                                                in 
                                                Canada
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                to 
                                                freeze 
                                                here 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                South!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pulling 
                                                that 
                                                eternal 
                                                plough
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                find 
                                                    a 
                                                sharper 
                                                blade, 
                                                or 
                                                have 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                one 
                                                made
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rest 
                                                awhile 
                                                and 
                                                cool 
                                                your 
                                                brow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                ya 
                                                see, 
                                                there′s 
                                                no 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                slave, 
                                                the 
                                                whip 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                salt, 
                                                no 
                                                trance
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                safe 
                                                now 
                                                (you 
                                                know 
                                                it's 
                                                safe) 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                    a 
                                                backward 
                                                glance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                the 
                                                grains 
                                                have 
                                                turned 
                                                to 
                                                chow!
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                it 
                                                now,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                it 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 I Shall Be Released
2 The Weight
3 In a Station
4 We Can Talk
5 Tears Of Rage - Remastered
6 This Wheel’s On Fire
7 Tears Of Rage - Remastered
8 To Kingdom Come - Remastered
9 Caledonia Mission - Remastered
10 Long Black Veil - Remastered
11 Chest Fever - Remastered
12 Lonesome Suzie - Remastered
13 Chest Fever - Remastered
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