paroles de chanson Wild Charms - The Kills
To
the
doting
boys
by
your
side,
riding
roughshod
on
your
starless
nights.
To
she
who
played
concertos,
foul
and
black,
upon
my
heartstrings
and
never
looked
back.
What
became
of
those
wild
charms?
The
deep
fry
of
the
tide?
The
tug
of
the
stars?
How
it
stirs
me,
how
it
stirs
me
now.
To
think
my
fire
burnt
them
out.
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