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Paroles de la chanson Multitudes par Sinead O'Brien
If I must look on every blessed thing
And sing the praises
Praise the honest thing
A babe before angel wings
And let the rain come down in showers
The way the blessed things give meaning to the hours
Then I must be a singer set me free let me sing
Let me make a song for all the things I look upon
Praise the ladies all in waiting
Waiting for a knelling bell to toll all things still
There is a perfect stalking prey with hawking patience
Praise an honest thing
A babe before angel wings
And sing the praises
Praise the honest thing
A babe before angel wings
And let the rain come down in showers
The way the blessed things give meaning to the hours
Then I must be a singer set me free let me sing
Let me make a song for all the things I look upon
Praise the ladies all in waiting
Waiting for a knelling bell to toll all things still
There is a perfect stalking prey with hawking patience
Praise an honest thing
A babe before angel wings
Praise the honest thing
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
Praise the vision who returns in multitudes
Blinded by indecision
Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin
Praise the body precious
Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission
Burnt and bleached by desert suns
Praise the vision who returns
In multitudes comes and comes
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
Praise the vision who returns in multitudes
Blinded by indecision
Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin
Praise the body precious
Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission
Burnt and bleached by desert suns
Praise the vision who returns
In multitudes comes and comes
Praise the vision
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
When I see in eyes a glitter
Hints of futures
The mystery of unknown shores
And unnamed waters
Walk with me and show me all that the cliffs contain
If I must look on everything
I must sing before the language shifts again
Rushing on the race of changing meridians
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
When I see in eyes a glitter
Hints of futures
The mystery of unknown shores
And unnamed waters
Walk with me and show me all that the cliffs contain
If I must look on everything
I must sing before the language shifts again
Rushing on the race of changing meridians
The tides the blessed tides of our names are coming in
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
Praise the vision who returns in multitudes
Blinded by indecision
Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin
Praise the body precious
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
Praise the vision who returns in multitudes
Blinded by indecision
Bleach the books and let the tools go to ruin
Praise the body precious
Fearful beauty looks into the lowliness of submission
Burnt and bleached by desert suns
Praise the vision who returns
In multitudes comes and comes
Praise the vision
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
Burnt and bleached by desert suns
Praise the vision who returns
In multitudes comes and comes
Praise the vision
Annihilation on my tail
Time stretch and bend the bower
In ridicules the clocks remain
Promise not to stretch the hours
Time bend and break the bower
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