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• Artiste: Long Distance Calling
• Titre: Built Without Hands
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"Fuck you pretty boy Nothing you say matters Every time you laugh I cringe I've heard your self-contained, conceited alibis Your fatal little corrections never hold up I know where you live and I know who you love So completely unaware we pass the blame See no shame, see no wrong, feel no Earth beneath me So eager to display these well groomed sensitivities Endlessly entangled in shallow escapes This perfect pitch to sell it swiftly Tragically pathetic safety" Which part of this is me Which part is who I want to be Which part is where I belong in it all How can I make it closer How can I reach inside To separate the pieces... I have come to understand there's something more I only want some of your sweetness I come to my senses Hoping for something I guess If only I had the courage I seek The pieces have come down again Shadow of star's light Swallow me