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There are wicked men who like to call for war
And enough stupid men to go and fight for them
They remember too late when their face hits the ground
How it feels to hold a lover’s hand

There are many gods and all they have to say
Is go and kill for me, I don’t like how they pray
I guess they are jealous as they will never know
The sweetness of a skin when it glows

You & me, under the sun
Makes me feel like a lucky son of a gun
You & me, under the sun
Makes me feel I’m the only one

There are men who hoard riches beyond any count
Golden toys make en feel good the only way they can
But when the reaper comes knocking at their door
I wonder what it is they might have to show for

But when you kiss me and send shivers down my spine
It’s like an earthquake honey, I might just go blind
Riches are weak and money is a plight
I got enough to take you out tonight

You & me, under the sun
Makes me feel like a lucky son of a gun
You & me, under the sun
Makes me feel I’m the only one

Love is the most
Beautiful thing in the world

You & me, under the sun
Makes me feel like a lucky son of a gun
You & me, under the sun
Makes me feel I’m the only one

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from Thy Grace & Wisdom, released October 1, 2017
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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