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• Artiste: Poppy Hollander
• Titre: Be Naive
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Oh, I wish sometimes that I could see beyond the veil Into the outskirts of the cities I'd never dare declare my home Oh, I wish sometimes I could be free of the beast that resides within me I only want somewhere to call my own They say different must be evil, they're so scared of the unknown And the sheets of glass I break shatter as I moan Into the empty corners of the chairs that they vacate And I wish to God I knew their real state And I wish to God I knew their real state Because outside can work, while inside dies And I hate myself for not being more surprised I often covet blessings they throw away I'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive again Oh, I wish sometimes that we could truly be our own There once was a time I thought grass only grew from seeds Oh, I wish sometimes I could break your boundaries And those of the bloodthirsty people that are less human than weed They say different must be evil, they're so scared of the unknown That they can't bear to trace the patterns that let themselves be woven Into the empty corners of the chairs that they vacate And I wish to God I knew their real state And I wish to God I knew their real state Because outside can work, while inside dies And I hate myself for not being more surprised I often covet blessings they throw away I'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive again The hatred is so verbal but the revenge is not The vengeance that so stuns me belies all the things they got one day Oh, they believe angels fall from the sky To tidy up the bloody mistakes that they never let lie Paranoia grips us all, there must be no escape Maybe the bigoted thinking might just be the only way I wish I could more describe but I can't fill a page Without the besotted monsters coming to take me away Because outside can work, while inside dies And I hate myself for not being more surprised I often covet blessings they throw away I'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive again I'd love to be naive again, I'd love to be naive I'd love to be naive, I'd love to be naive again.