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• Artiste: Over The Wall
• Titre: Guts
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I've developed a walk to camouflage my calves I've mastered a language that conceals my past, my school and birth My long sleeved shirt hides the most scarred scratches on my arms My knees don't see the sun, despite of long, bald, thin legs I've told my friends about my troubles, now don't hesitate or be embarassed, only honest it's the truth We're all cruel to the little tits, gits, but friends are caring or not so much, it's an obsession with yourself What do I care If they all stare ? What do I care If they all stare ? And it steals you from engaging with anybody else, oh all that anger is misplaced, oh all the anger, Jesus Christ So respect your body is fragile you only get what someone gives it And our eyes we see with And our nose we smell with And our ears, we hear with them, hear with them And our mouth, we talk with And our minds, we broad with And our hands we shake about, shake about And our lungs, we breathe with And our brains, we think with And our heart, it pumps up blood, jumps for fun And our teeth, we bite with And our hands, we hold with Turn about, we can do the kicks, stand up straight Oh, and all my limbs, I use them all It don't make sense to try and moan I can't get over how exciting This human body is