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The National Son

And if you follow me son The window wrap around you Carry from the ground You will never be alone You wait one turn to sunlight That's falling on a girl

Je veux franchir le mur du son Et propulser cette chanson, Mixer les rythmes, trouver le ton, Les instruments, la voix, la cle, Donner la note qui fera

I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Yeah...yeah Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can

she got beef with them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation

it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride Before I turn on him I kill Satan And stick my red flag in the ground It's red nation Now Blood the fuck

dice, son You gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder What I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure For the summertime blues Oh, well my Mom and Poppa told me ?Son

day when man he paved the way Fell in temptation, sin spread through the nation Lead me salvation, and pierce the palms of holy hands Who is the son

says, "No dice, son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well, my mom an' papa told me, "Son

O come, o come, Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel Shall come