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Artiste:
Forgetters
Titre:
Not Funny
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Last of the kind I am Not a mister, even known In a moment of weakness I Let you take me home Now I'm blistered all over I'm a running joke Some soul in a soldier's tale That kindly chokes It's not! It's not funny! I was not welcomed home But they let me sleep outside And this is more than most And they let me keep my life It's not! It's not funny! This was my only crime For which I'm twice condemned If I picked only half How will all my body work? Cause they won't hold me They won't even use my name Cause it fills them with anger And it fills them with shame Sometimes I think I'll heal Hair sticking around my face Head thrown to the side Every part of me separate priced It's not! It's not funny! Between the sand and moon There is no place for me If I seem serious That's the way of the wilderness Cause they won't hold me They won't even use my name Cause it fills them with anger And it fills them with shame!