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• Artiste: Dear Hunter, The
• Titre: Isabella
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Awoken. Soul slept stiff, Body strewn askew. If you cut me, I swear you'll see Circles running through, But nowhere are the roots. There's no room for the branches all to Rise up and claim the sky, So give up. We only have this time to Make life what we want to. We're stuck inside this shell This hell could surely end. These broken words to speak Fail and fall apart. If you love me, I swear you'd see ? I've been cracked at the edges And screaming my head off For something, someone To break me to pieces, A welcome release of this Weight holding me down, So I finally can Rise up and claim the sky, so give up. We only have this time to Make life what we want to. We're stuck inside this shell This hell could surely end.