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The Beaches of Lampedusa

The Distances
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2020
The Distances
Crashing waves over the rail onto your feet but nothing to drink
The knights of Malta, the poet of Lesbos, the monster of Crete, did you ever think
You would take any old shore, any damn hill, anywhere else
Cell phone in a plastic bag, a couple of bills, a vision of hell
That guy keeps stopping by, asking if you've sent money yet
But all I have is this photo of you smiling too hard the week that you left

All of the time, the sirens are on
I'm out of my mind every day that you're gone

Hey, there's a ship on the way
Hey, there's a ship on the way

When the rescuers come like an angelic wind
And you make it to Malmo and we're together again
And the heavens above favor all that we've done
I will give you my love, I will give you a son

That day in the village, I was your bride
That night in the safe house, both of us cried
If you don't see me again, at least you know I was true
If the universe ends, I will be happy with you

Contributed by Dq82 - 2024/2/24 - 12:33




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