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• Artiste: We All Have Hooks For Hands
• Titre: California
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We're made up of the same kind of tiny sharped vessels Oh please, oh please, just be kind, I'm not made to wrestle The kind of carpenter eye that built the sunken tunnels That let us sneak up behind my darling Harriet Tubman We're like the marching band of lies that cries and asks us for more One point, we gave up our lives for something we didn't care for But people often have times when they don't want to go forward It's nothing more than a line just don't give up on your morals I wanna live up to my own reputation of more More joy, more pain, more love for living like an asshole Well, you'll maybe make up your mind answering, "Maybe, I guess so." We'll make a ship out of pine sail to the California ocean Just don't count on when it's over It's just something you have to shoulder Never getting up and never getting older It's never been done before you know it It's - aha, you're laughing sober Two drinks done, you gain composure Over everything done and everything forward You push yourself 'til you're ten feet under It's me and the sun ten minutes later Your hangover's done, you finally made it Oh, when it's done, when it's over You'll never be alone, you'll never be sober Just wake up, just pretend You're only alone until the end You're dressed up and you think it's best To leave me alone just like the rest