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Les Vieilles Charrues 2013 - Asaf Avidan en concert- Carhaix - France
My life is Like awound, I scratch si I can bleed Regurgitate my words, Iwrite so I can feed and death grows like atree, that's planted in my chest Its roots are at my feet, Iwalk so it won't rest Oh baby, Iam loast, I try to push the colors through a prism back to white To sync our different pulses into a blinding light And if love is not the key, if love is not the key I hope that I can find a place where it can be...