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• Artiste: Pockets Filled With Matches
• Titre: Trees
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All these words you wrote never made any sense to me I keep trying I keep searching but the meaning of this eludes me These trees that you hide behind they play games with my mind They stretch on as far as the eye can see One false move, one bad step Don't want to feel those dirty dirty hands around my neck We all hold our heads down these days seem so tough Cos if you can't hear the sirens, you're not listening hard enough So I catch myself and these lips won't move I keep searching I keep screaming but the science of this eludes me These trees that you run between represent something else to me A loss of hope a loss of time while I'm on my knees We all hold our heads down these days seem so tough Cos if you can't hear the sirens, you're not listening hard enough And as I stand to stare, no sense left at all I'll be crying I'll be screaming will you catch me catch me catch me when I fall? I will search through the undergrowth for the things that you took from me I don't really need them back but something in me demands that they be free You can run faster than I can maybe you can melt into thin air You can hit faster than I can scream but the meaning of this deserts me Don't you pull don't you pull don't you pull don't you pull that gun on me All I ever wanted was to turn the clock back can't you see that All these headlines they make you into something you should've never been Camera click.. camera click.. camera click Wait don't fire