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• Artiste: Lauren O'Connell
• Titre: From Chambers, Slow
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There's a tree in my yard and it killed all the other plants And showed no remorse but even nature's a bitch So that bitch is gonna take her course It dominates the lawn and it doesn't seem right It played out like that But you won't hear me complain 'cause it don't look bad Would you trust your life To traffic lights And strangers' hands Near every night? I'll sing in time With the crashing cars And all sounds that carry To my front yard And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me If I were a ghost, I'd fuck with everybody I know Shake the walls on each house And each attic above so keep your ear to the ground I'd carve "hello" into the rafter with a bent-up fork So you can read it next time You go up there to push something out of sight and mind Would you trust your life To traffic lights And strangers' hands Near every night? I'll sing in time With the crashing cars And all sounds that carry To my front yard And I'll be the one who knows what's coming to me I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me Bullets may fly From chambers, slow But straight and steady So still they go And weave around Houses and trees In search of you In search of me And I'll be the one who knows what's coming to me I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me