Johnny Flynn - Chimney Sweepers Lyrkit'te

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Chimney Sweepers

Chimney Sweepers

Oh when the rain started up
It was already wet
With the morning left crying
In tears black and blue
And salty wound 'cross the flag-spun country
In coffee lakes let the bad go jumping

And the hum of the traffic
Had never seemed quieter
We had been walking
The concrete was new
Mining towns get the worst of havoc
And summer's curse is to pass the bad luck

There's an ache in the doorway
A crack in the firmament
Everything breaking
A concert of harm
Slip the wind as we hit the road
Smell the wildflowers break the cold

And the danger is flowing
From Swindon to Reading
There's love on the motorway
Shame on the farm
Let it be and this too shall pass
Let it swing til it's swung half mast
Naked wishing and death of trust
Like chimney sweepers it comes to dust

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