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• Artiste: Beth Thornley
• Titre: Bound
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You sucked the light out of the room again with your long eyes and upside down grin and I remember when I thought it'd end but it seems that your slow leak has finally flattened me. And now you're wonderin' what it is you do well it's become a too familiar rule that way your mood gets there before you do and I've run out of ways to make you feel ok. You must like it this way 'cause you always got a reason and a "who shot John" but You're not bound to that cloud you drag around. You're not bound to that cloud you drag around. I have found that it only drags you down. And now you're wonderin' what it is you did that could make us all so sick of this but we take the hits when your sky falls in. And there's just no disguisin' your even horizon. And now we're all out of string and tap 'cause the more we get the more it takes to patch you up and keep it all in place. And this endless game in this endless arcade keeps playing out the same 'cause you always got a reason and a "who shot John" but You're not bound to that cloud you drag around. You're not bound to that cloud you drag around. I have found that it only drags you down. Caught between your Einstein rings and all of your imaginings momentum nears capacity but you won't let go of what you know you'd rather get to overload. You're not bound. You're not bound to that clould. You're not bound to that cloud you drag around. It just brings you down.