Il testo della St. charlene

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Traded my last favor
For a map of st. charlene
All these ghosts and angels
Friends and strangers
Ask me where i've been

The engine seemed to tremble
When i drove through our old town
And i found the house
Where we used to live

When i tried my key
I don't know what i thought i'd find
I tried to remember
What i thought i thought i left behind

The rooms were all deserted
Though the landlord kept them well
They were swept and shuttered
Paint that covered our familiar smells

I looked around our kitchen
And i climbed the narrow stairs
And i called your name

Just so i could hear it
And i swear these rooms
Were where we once used to make love
Now they're just a space

And there's no trace left of us

I spent another five days
On the banks of st. charlene
After my car was fixed
I made some extra cash for gasoline

I left without remembering
The reason i had come
But i knew then that i needed to leave

If i'm sad at least i know
That nothing's what it was
And i'm out of place

'cause there's no trace left of us
There was no trace left of us

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