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• Artiste: Bright Eyes
• Titre: Saturday As Usual
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Virginia is almost sleeping, that night is getting older There is static on the TV, and she's lying on the sofa The cats crawl over her Jenny is in the garage, she's got the car in neutral She rolls it out so quietly. It's Saturday as usual It always is... Me, I'm in my bedroom, drawing in my notebook Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows I'm a poet It's just words, they mean... So little to me, so little to me... So little to me, so little to me... I can't seem to deal with total trust There is something very wrong with me Daddy's in the backyard, his hands are getting dirty And Mum is in the kitchen, and her cake says that I'm thirteen Another year... My brother went to college to become a doctor And if he studies hard enough, he'll end up just like father Who hates his life... And me, I'm in the bathroom, crying out my eyelids Cause it's hard to be a man, when you are scared just like a little kid The world's become... A little too mean, little too mean... A little too mean, little too mean... And I can't see the point of patient love When everyone just wants to get fucked