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letra de cut the cards - chris whitley & the bastard club

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an eye closes
deep inside a flat against the wall
the thought which doesn’t go out;
ideas step by step go their way
death could happen
what i hold within my arms could slip away
i dream
dawn at birth dies out
annulled in a clatter of open shutters
if nothing were going to come

there a feel where we still could run
unlimited stars
and your shadow where the avenue ends
vanishes

we’ll see nothing
of all that was p-ssing
we held onto nothing
so many words rising
the stories we never read
nothing

days in a rush for the exit
at last the cavalcade is faded out
down there between the tables
where they played cards
where they played cards

down there between the tables
down there between the tables
where they played cards

- chris whitley the bastard club

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