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• Artiste: Grapes Of Wrath
• Titre: Hiding
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Down below the deck, I couldn't feel the sand between my toes It's not in the cards, even though it's in my heart Takes the thought of me, drowning out some sorrow for a while This family feels more like a sentence put on me Turn up, close the door Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall Until there's no more room for sorrow Turn up, waste away From the stench and filth you can't escape Only hiding for a while Down below the tree, the means and the encouragement I need I guess that I was wrong, I guess it's not so bad after all One cold, winter day, the cornerstone falls out and rolls away The walls fall in on me, is this what hell could end up to be? Turn up, close the door Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall Until there's no more room for sorrow Turn up, waste away From the stench and filth you can't escape Only hiding for a while Here below the sky, the only guilt left now is in my mind And each day away brings a little piece of mind my way Turn up, close the door Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall Until there's no more room for sorrow Turn up, waste away From the stench and filth you can't escape Only hiding for a while