The Chromatics - Back from the Grave | Текст песни

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In a white room
Where the grass would grow
And the music was slow
All the pleasure and pain
Washed away like the rain
And babies are born
And monsters are born

Memories fade
Like a thief in the night
They try to put out the light
When I look at the sky
Well I wish I was gone
Because mother you're gone
And father you're gone
And lover you're gone
And other you're gone

Mother, father, lover
Hero, pleasure, other
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Mothers are born
Fathers are born
Lovers are born
Others are born

Like a thief in the night
They try to put out the light
Memories fade and I wish I was gone

Because mother you're gone
And father you're gone
Lover you're gone
And other you're gone
Mother you're gone
And father you're gone
Lover you're gone
And other you're gone

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