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INTERPRÉTATION
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
Interprète
Chris Walla
Chris Walla
Guitare électrique
Eric Stern
Eric Stern
Ténor
Jeff London
Jeff London
Cuivres
Joe Cunningham
Joe Cunningham
Saxophone baryton
Paul Brainard
Paul Brainard
Trompette
Petra Haden
Petra Haden
Chant
Sean Nelson
Sean Nelson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Colin Meloy
Colin Meloy
Composition
Paul Brainard
Paul Brainard
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
Production
Chris Walla
Chris Walla
Production

Paroles

On the lam from the law, on the steps of the capitol You shot a plain clothes cop on the ten o'clock And I saw momentarily They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you You'd been abused so horribly But you were there in some anonymous room And I recall that fall, I was working for the government And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall How we kissed so sweetly How could I refuse a favor or two And for a tryst in the greenery I gave you documents and microfilm too And from my ten floor tenement Where once our bodies lay How I long to hear you say No, they'll never catch me now No, they'll never catch me No, they cannot catch me now We will escape somehow, somehow It was late one night, I was awoken by the telephone I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line Purloined in Petrograd, they were suspicious Of where your loyalties lay, so I paid off a bureaucrat To convince your captors, they're to secret you away And at the gate of the embassy Our hands met through the bars As your whisper stilled my heart No, they'll never catch me now No, they'll never catch me No, they cannot catch me now We will escape somehow, somehow And I dreamt one night You were there in force Head held high in uniform It was ten years on When you resurfaced in a motorcar And with the wave of an arm You were there and gone
Writer(s): Colin Meloy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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