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letra de one hundred years - live at bestival/2011 - the cure

it doesn’t matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
goin’ home time a story on the radio
somethin’ small falls out of your mouth and we laugh
a prayer for somethin’ better
a prayer for somethin’ better
please love me, meet my mother
but the fear takes hold
creepin’ up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow, waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fightin’ for freedom on the television
sharin’ the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything? she struggles to get away
the pain and the creepin’ feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for sat-rday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me and turn me around
just like the old days, just like the old days
just like the old days, just like the old days
caressin’ an old man
and paintin’ a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat
in a clean room
the soldiers close in
under a yellow moon
all the shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson a ribbon
tightens ’round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger
thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
after the other
it feels like a hundred years
hundred years, hundred years
hundred years, hundred years

- the cure

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