Arcade Fire - William Pierce | Текст песни

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William Pierce Butler, my little brother
I know I treat you bad, I know I’m like our dad
When I get scared it’s in the air

William Pierce come here, I know I’m insincere
When I am with my friends, love breaks it never ends
I’ll love you when you’re trapped in sin and doubt
Let’s get out! Let’s get out!

William now we’re grown, living far from home
Don’t lose your light in a crowd, shining without a doubt
For all the world, for all the world and me to see
Don’t follow me, not me!

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