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December
03:28
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It’s funny how the distance makes everything seem small with time
like a little black dot in the far
I made my skin as rough as i could but it seems that is wasn’t enough
I see this little black dot in the far
In the throw of a stare
I go back to the ground
Chaising gohst
What ever it takes for us to pretend, we were just killing each other
When i saw your face at the corner where we met I go back to december
I tried hard to step from the ground
but it seems that i just failed
Men fool themselves better with lies they made
Flash before my eyes the transformed memories of your commun life
Are getting me back stuck with my past
I buried my pain in the back yard but it seems that It wasn’t enough
to cover all the shouts
In the throw of a stare
I go back to the ground
Chaising gohst
What ever it takes for us to pretend, we were just killing each other
When i saw your face at the corner where we met I go back to december
I tried hard to step from the ground
but it seems that i just failed
Men fool themselves better with lies they made
I keep myself busy just not to see that i’m losing grip
i’m just now a boy at the corner with a box of souvenirs and a few years older
credits
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Western Waves
04:33
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There is nothing here for you so far
so why want you stay here
let’s get in my car and drive way
we are no longer the kids in this block
years have fade
but i will keep the promises I made
I know
you cry in your room
when it’s late at night
curled out like a child
but you can count on me
every time the sky remains once grey
that the ghost are getting out from their graves
that the fate is losing its way
i will be here
the old oak still got our names on it
do you remember
we wrote them on your anniversary day
boxcars and bikes race from the hill
are now over
and everything is rusting away
I know
you cry in your room
when it’s late at night
curled out like a child
but you can count on me
every time the sky remains once grey
that the ghost are getting out from their graves
that the fate is losing its way
i will be here
I’ll be driving my car to the west and I hope you are coming
tonight we are taking what is ours
I’ll be driving my car to the west and I hope you are coming
let’s wash our souls in the waves
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Clément Gary Montpellier, France
personal musical project
I played in several bands and now I play with several friends.
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