Paroles de Told My Troubles To The River
Tom McRae
I feed on fire and confusion,
Of this crime Ill rid my soul,
Gonna slide on down to the river
Onna tell her all.
So I told my troubles to the river
And I tossed them in the deep
And I washed my hands in the river
But the river brings more trouble to me.
I told my troubles to the river,
She shared them with the seas,
She returned them to me doubled,
The river holds no offer of peace.
I can wash this blood from my fingers
I can wash this stain from my soul,
But I cant wash out your memories,
The river returns them all.
I told my troubles to the river,
She shared them with the deep,
Yeah I told my troubles to the river,
But the river brings them back to me,
Yeah the river brings them back to me.
InterprèteTom McRae
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