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• Artiste: Young Guns
• Titre: Stiches
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Every hour is a season Every season is a day So I sit here picking stitches 'Cos I find comfort in decay How I long to fill my lungs Tell me how does it feel to Breathe air cold and clean 'Cos I've been living on my knees Since I was seventeen Thought I was safe beneath the smoke But even undercover I still choke My wings are clipped but even if they weren't I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the earth There's no poetry in my soul Just a list of lies I've told And I don't know how much longer I can hold on (x3) (Thanks to Zoe for these lyrics)