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Paroles de la chanson I Don't Believe par Paul Simon
Acts of kindness, like breadcrumbs in a fairytale forest
Lead us past dangers as light melts the darkness
But I don't believe and I'm not consoled
I lean closer to the fire, but I'm cold
The earth was born in a storm
The waters receded, the mountains were formed
The universe loves a drama, you know
And ladies and gentlemen, this is the show
I got a call from my broker
The broker informed me I'm broke
I was dealing my last hand of poker
My cards were useless as smoke
Oh, guardian angel, don't taunt me like this
On a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss
My children are laughing, not a whisper of care
My love is brushing her long chestnut hair
I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim
Then vanish like mist as though life were a whim
Maybe the heart is part of the mist
And that's all that there is or could ever exist
Maybe and maybe and maybe some more
Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for
I got a call from my broker
My cards were useless as smoke
Oh, guardian angel, don't taunt me like this
On a clear summer evening as soft as a kiss
My children are laughing, not a whisper of care
My love is brushing her long chestnut hair
I don't believe a heart can be filled to the brim
Then vanish like mist as though life were a whim
Maybe the heart is part of the mist
And that's all that there is or could ever exist
Maybe and maybe and maybe some more
Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for
I got a call from my broker
My broker said he was mistaken
Maybe some virus or brokerage joke
And he hopes that my faith isn't shaken
Acts of kindness, like rain in a drought
Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout
I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock
To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock
Maybe some virus or brokerage joke
And he hopes that my faith isn't shaken
Acts of kindness, like rain in a drought
Release the spirit with a whoop and a shout
I don't believe we were born to be sheep in a flock
To pantomime prayers with the hands of a clock
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