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• Artiste: Husky
• Titre: Fake Moustache
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Going to heaven with a fake moustache Going to try my luck in the clouds My heart's getting used to this whiplash I'm letting go, take my hand quickly Wonder what it's like on the other side If green pastures wait for me there My head's a lion my heart is a butterfly I gotta go, I gotta go quickly I'm not used to her violence I never knew anyone so beautiful in her silence I never knew anyone at all Buried is my stone heart beneath the dust of an age I'm not used to this girl, no I wasn't built for this world, I'm slipping In her kitchen making me strip slow Wants to see what I am made from Wants to feel me play with her heart strings She gotta know, she gotta go quickly There's a tiger asleep in my bedroom I'm in the garden shaking with fear Morning clouds look just like a highway I gotta go, I gotta go quickly I'm not used to her violence I never knew anyone so beautiful in her silence I never knew anyone at all Buried is my stone heart beneath the dust of an age I'm not used to this girl, no I wasn't built for this world, I'm slipping