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AnaAs Mitchell
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Before The Eyes Of Storytelling Girls
I could tell you stories like the government tells lies Ah, but no one listens anymore In the rooms, the women come and go Talking on the mobile phones And the television talks about the war
When I was a baby there was laughter in my house My daddy smoked domestic cigarettes And Thursday nights on the radio Live in concert, live from Cairo, mother of Egypt
Mama, mama, be with me With the music in your breast In your glittering evening dress And the white flag in your fist trembling
I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone But I know nothing changes in this world Everyday the muezzin calls The sun comes up and Baghdad falls Before the eyes of storytelling girls Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
She was just a poor man's daughter Going down into the Sultan's bed He was desert, she was water And he remembered every word she said That she said
And I say, grandma, grandma, be with me In your tragic wedding gown With your long hair hanging down And the stories tumbling out, tumbling
I could tell you stories like the government tells lies Ah, but no one listens anymore In the rooms the women come and go Talking on the mobile phones And the television talks about the war, about the war The television talks about the war
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