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• Artiste: Woolgather
• Titre: Sticks and Stones
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My words have turned to sticks and stones, with lavender to paint my tattered bones. I've taken all the medicine, the alcohol, sedatives, still I'm clicking my heels 'til sunrise blooms. My center is collapsing, tearing down my sanity. Off the walls, off the page, I think I made a huge mistake. A huge mistake... Illustrate your demise, Cut your delicate ties. Captivate open eyes, Elevate your mind. With so little to say, with so much in your way, so many open doors, so many you locked, you closed. Cover me. Cover me like you want to. Cover me. How do I pick myself back up to Heaven? I could swear I was just there, if only just for a second. To find a way out and a life worth living would only be fair, still I'm falling through the air for just a taste of the limit. How do we pick ourselves back up to Heaven? I could swear we were just there, oh what a wonderful second. To find a way out and life worth living would only be fair, still we're falling through the air right back where we started.