Hawksley Workman - The future language of slaves Lyrics
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- The future language of slaves Lyrics
Album: Lover Fighter Come, come over here Whisper into my ear Don't, don't waste your breath On anyone else, but me You're warm, your body in bed Let us wake up, and talk a while And I, I tell you I'm scared I tell you I fight, for us both But, you come from the town Where Ghandi was born You say, I always talk tough, when I get drunk So why don't we pray, whispering the Future language of slaves (x3) But I, I should rejoice Maybe give voice, to a son For what brought me here to your arms Into your painfully true love Yeah, and God may be close God only knows ready to say And what, what would we do In our last moment's intirity Would, would we make love? Or make haste to a mobile phone? Or, or would we break bread? Drink the blood that is shed? And pray to our God, whispering the Future language of slaves (x3) Whipsering the Future language of Slaves (x3) Whipsering the... Slaves (x2)
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