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• Artiste: Kevin Devine
• Titre: 11.17.10
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I thought I was in love It felt like it from close up But someplace to spill my blood Was all it ever was I felt I was in debt Each night spent in your bed A dream I let drop dead And never had again You were the moon held high You broke black with your clean light You're words I can't say right Anytime I try You said, "Sing from your joy! You sound bored, you sound annoyed. You can't keep what you did not have; Can't even give it back. So go, write from your spine. Tell the truth and you'll be fine. So what if your truth's just another lie? No one seems to mind." These sour grapes when the joke goes bad This same smirk, same bullshit laugh The egg on my face when I can't go back I didn't plan for that