Testo Planet Of The Clowns – Bruce Cockburn

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Testo della canzone Planet Of The Clowns di Bruce Cockburn
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Stare into the moonlight Silver fingers press my eyes Probing in my heart with longing

These footprints by the sea’s edge Disappearing grain by grain Lose their form but keep their substance

As the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16’s Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen

Government by outrage Hunger camps and shanty towns Dignity and love still holding

This bluegreen ball in black space Filled with beauty even now battered and abused and lovely

And the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16’s Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen

Each one in our own heart Desperate to know where we stand Planet of the clowns in wet shoes

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