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Silence is a dead man in the back of a car
All your well-willing friends tell you nothing but lies
And I know it is hard to believe my dears
But one day will come when we'll be stripped of our masks

And silence brings death in the head of a man
Who is sitting on his desk, talking to his chair
And e hardly believes that what he has done
Was full of contempt, betrayal, treachery and woe

In silence the leavces of september fall down
And go back to the dust where they did come from
They are caught in a flow, there's nothing to be done
They don't try to resist;neither do my hopes

All we can say, well, it will be denied
I think somethinf is lost, not for a while
What can we say, well, life will go on
Sowing pieces of us all along that road
As we're slowly fading away

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from Putting things on top of other things, released February 27, 2013
words & music Laurent Leemans

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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium

Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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