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Artiste:
Luke Brandfon
Titre:
That Place
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Hey I like your style I like how you wear a fanny-pack With every outfit In the summer time I wished you were mine With a sweatshirt Tied around your waste Take this slower I said "wait till we are older" and the nights grew colder but our bodies were getting closer I was warming up by the boiling water You were washing your hands all alone in the bathroom With the wood getting chopped and the water getting choppy I looked into your eyes and saw a tear fall down to the ground We made no sound I used to think I was creative and was able to hide the way I really feel the way I really feel the way I really, really, really feel But now every hair on my head And every poppy seed of stubble on my face can tell you that I know I should be in the place I'm supposed to be That place where everyone lives in the same building Where everyone sits on the same benches and where you and I did not know each other but then we met and when we did That place got so much better and better I was happier there than I had ever been In that place before, in that place before I was happier there than I had ever been You dimmed the light when it was getting too bright You pinned me down when I was sweating You painted me white when I needed to look like a ghost and I lied awake for a while I used to think I was creative and was able to hide the way I really feel the way I really feel but now every hair on my head and every poppy seed of stubble on my face can tell you that I know I should be in the place I'm supposed to be in the place I'm supposed to be That place where everyone lives in the same building Where everyone sits on the same benches and where you and I did not know each other but then we met and when we did and when we did and when we did that place got so much god damn better Yeah every hair on my head could tell you that I know (that I know) That I know, that I should be in the place that I'm supposed to be