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• Artiste: Microphones (The)
• Titre: The Moon (Sequel)
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When I talk to my friends and find out that you're having fun, that you're swallowing life, that you're in the sun That you're fucking around, you're growing a new one I billow out my voice, I yell out loud I have my shirt off infront of a crowd I tell them about you and how you're gone, you're gone, you're gone... In my lying, don't I have you in my mind the entire time? Yeah, I can leave all the places we've been but I can't leave without my bones you bent So I hobble alone And now it's me who's gone And now it's me who has your fear of opening hearts And all the false starts We can tear them apart with this deep gouging and biting back With this way that you get all my friends in the sack "Ohh, what's left?" I scream And I look up at night And the novelty has worn off of the moonlight "Oh what gives?" And I roll on the ground "Oh, who cares?" And there's no answering sound Ohh, and there's nobody around And then the answer was found