18 de dezembro de 2008

Cliquot




[Beirut]

Set fire the foundation
And burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine

[...]

I'll sing of the walls of the well
And the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine
That we left on our old windowsill
I'll sing of the usual spin
Getting sadder and older, oh love
...

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