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• Artiste: Grieves
• Titre: Boogie Man
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The night is like a blanket that's suffocating the fire/ With a bow to the string and a note from the choir...I believe/ And that's about as far as it goes when you've been riding on the wings of a bloody murder of crows/ Hold it all out/ Throw it into the wind/ Let t lay down the line where the drama begins/ Because if everything is covered and teetering on a whim/ You can harmonize the sound of its insecurity hymn/ When it's played/ Stripped down and shaved/ Shipped off to battle in the shadow of the day/ And if anything is salvaged from the battered up remains/ You can sew it to your jacket to compensate for the pain/ When it hits/ When it speaks/ Lick the blood right off of its teeth/ You'll grip those sheets in attempts to hide/ And figure out that you've been running from the feeling of never leaving alive/ So hide!/ And sleep with the lights on/ You feel that you can be at peace with the lights on here/ So cover up your face/ And fight away that taste/ That made you want to run and hide/ Hide hide hide hide/ Sleep with the lights on/ You stand up on your tiny feet when the night gone here/ Swallow that lump inside of your throat/ Open up the closet and push aside all the clothes... you believe/ And never needed more to be said/ To leave you scared of that little gap between the floor and your bed/ So you jump/ Leaping over all of your options/ And retreat right back to the bed we called a coffin/ To sleep/ Never actually getting a wink/ Due to all the little devils that dance around in your dreams/ And attack you/ Pull you under the bed with their hands/ And take away the chance of you ever making a stand/ And if anything actually ever went as you planned it/ You could retrace the steps that you ran/ But only if it hits/ If it speaks/ You could fight it to the death in the streets/ You'll grip those sheets in attempt to hide/ And figure out that you've been running from the feeling of never leaving alive so/ Hide/ You'll stay awake/ So hide/ We all know that you will stay awake/ So hide!/ And sleep with the lights on/ You feel that you can be at peace with the lights on here/ So cover up your face/ And fight away that taste/ That made you want to run and hide/ Hide hide hide hide/ Sleep with the lights on/ You stand up on your tiny feet when the night gone here/