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The Church - Tristesse lyrics
Here in this desert, beneath the sun and stars Still troubled by the rumblings of a million distant cars Please be good to me tonight, let me find my way The air has some command in it i cannot disobey A gunfight in dodge city, a murder in bombay All these deeds and worldly needs i must shrug off today All my life spent searching for prowess Left me lying here with you, tristesse I was working in an orchard that grew the strangest fruit It wasn't mother nature that made those trees take root Your children cannot hear you, they only want your loot You hold on to their essence like a parachute They never believed you were in distress Now you've gone and left them with tristesse Oh, waters inflamed Ah, fires burning out Ah, ice melting down Ah, fires burnt out A hotel suite in a rich man's town, a hut in botany bay A prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my way I'm gonna have to alter my address "cause i can't stay much longer with tristesse And they call this carnival progress Invited by our queen tonight, tristesse |
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