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• Artiste: The Dangerous Summer
• Titre: War Paint
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I was starting to shake From the days I?ve been up There?s a lot on my plate And the ones i loved stopped answering They left me to find my self In my own hate I work all alone with a cynical taste And the day I get out Is the day I?ll be made I was cut out of stone And carved with a blade. Head down with all of my hardships There?s nothing too strong That I cant face Don?t stop ?till you finally have it It should be more like a habit Come down All the fighting?s over I let you breathe your own air I will set my arms down in a corner When I turn around You will tell me how you?re up now From your dream of clovers Said, ?not a thing will compare To the sense you give me, and disorder When you turn around And i can?t breathe.? There wasn?t a trace Of the war letting up And the days went on late I struggled And i fell to solid ground It led me to my escape Now here i am outside of your gate I was hoping you could come down Well, i came to say sorry I shouldn?t have left But my bitterness got to me Before you did And now i?m laying in gardens Where we start over again I know that you got me And this is it