| I’m a lover of yesterday
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| It don’t matter where I lay
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| I’ve got tall boots, memories to hold
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| And when the sun finally sets
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| I can see my cigarettes
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| Burning slow, just like the songs on the radio
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| Young man, seventeen
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| Green eyes and blue jeans
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| And boots so worn, all the miles they’ve seen
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| I remember holding on To every prayer I said at dawn
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| Like, get me home, I promise I’ll never leave
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| I promise I’ll never leave
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| Oh, where would I go?
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| 'Cause all these melodies are sad and slow
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| And all these stories
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| That have been told
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| All have me growin' old
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| On the dusty hood of a car
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| I could hear all the stars
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| Singing out of tune with the moon
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| And the song was sad as hell
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| And then the stars fell
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| Lighting up the road between me and you
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| Young man, twenty-three
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| Livin' on amphetamines
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| And eyes, so black, with all the sadness they’ve seen
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| I remember holding on To every prayer I said at dawn
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| Like, get me home, I promise I’ll never leave
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| I promise I’ll never leave
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| Oh, where would I go?
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| 'Cause all these melodies are sad and slow
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| And all these stories
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| That have been told
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| All have me growin' old
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| I remember holding on To every prayer I said at dawn
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| Like, get me home, I promise I’ll never leave
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| I promise I’ll never leave
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| Oh, where would I go?
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| 'Cause all these melodies are sad and slow
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| And all these stories
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| That have been told
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| All have me growin' old
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| (Merci à Gabriel Santerre pour cettes paroles) |