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• Artiste: Quelle Source (The)
• Titre: Hi-Fi Glasses Crush
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Do do do do do Do do do do do I was The Breakfast Prince, I lived in a blue school bus with an eternal headache, I was right on the cusp of becoming the one that no one wanted caught, singing I was the button pusher for the nuclear waste The inappropriate eye-undresser of the chaste In a city where the old told the young to be brave I knew better I held my breath between every new song that I wrote while the criminals lined up outside of my home screaming, “Please let us in! We heard you were the last ones with hope for us!” Well you heard wrong You can try to call you can try to write You can pretend to bawl your eyes out over nothing tonight Oh, but fake tears never hurt anyone especially when your face is the center of the sun They'll melt away into the hands of nearest guy But that's alright It's one less thing that I have to deal with tonight Do do do do do I took poetic license and put my hand through a wall And fell asleep waiting for you in the hall but you just stepped over me, to go off drinking alone humming After I preached to the choir, I set fire to the lawn while everyone that I loved drowned in their half-finished songs There's the way that things are supposed to be and the way that they are That's just the... You can count your steps if you're scared You can ask someone to comb your hair You can devour a million news reports But when those colorful ticker tape parades, when they don't make you feel safe, you'll wish we built up a bit of a better rapport But that's alright 'cause all of this is just nonsense anymore Do do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do do