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• Artiste: Adam Selzer
• Titre: Carboard Box
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With three cigarettes, softly she sits Down on her knees on the floor In a color scheme that she's only seen In nightmares before Basement stairs, and green armchairs A door that never locks She sits holding her Saint Christopher That she keeps in a cardboard box Holding each part close to her heart Just like she once held me From her fingertips to her sweet young lips And head full of memories Night starts to fall, on the royal ball Her mind begins to walk Away from the things that those people bring That she keeps in a cardboard box No windows, no doors, no light anymore Only the sound of a prayer Blood on fingers, the smell of cloves lingers Hanging in the air She dances on air with nobody there In a room full of dirt and rocks And I'm just a toy for her to enjoy That she keeps in a cardboard box