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Testo The Future Language Of Slaves
Testo The Future Language Of Slaves
Come over here; whisper into my ear.
Don't waste your breath
on anyone else but me.
And warm your body in bed;
Let us wake up and talk a while.
I tell you I'm scared,
I tell you I'd fight for us both.
But you come from the town where Gandhi was born,
and you say I always talk tough when I get drunk.
So why don't we pray, whispering the
future language of slaves?
I should rejoice,
Maybe give voice to a song
For what brought me here to your arms,
Into our painfully true love.
And god may be close;
God only knows
Really, to say.
And what would we do in our last moments in time? Would we make love, or make haste to a mobile phone?
Or would we break bread, drink the blood that is shed,
And pray to our god,
Whispering the future language of slaves?
Don't waste your breath
on anyone else but me.
And warm your body in bed;
Let us wake up and talk a while.
I tell you I'm scared,
I tell you I'd fight for us both.
But you come from the town where Gandhi was born,
and you say I always talk tough when I get drunk.
So why don't we pray, whispering the
future language of slaves?
I should rejoice,
Maybe give voice to a song
For what brought me here to your arms,
Into our painfully true love.
And god may be close;
God only knows
Really, to say.
And what would we do in our last moments in time? Would we make love, or make haste to a mobile phone?
Or would we break bread, drink the blood that is shed,
And pray to our god,
Whispering the future language of slaves?
CORRIGAN, RYAN MATTHEW
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