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• Artiste: Ghost Thrower
• Titre: Apple
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My legs are chattering Nothing is mattering I'm doing triplets with my teeth Made a drum from my head Wrapped in my own skin With my veins pulled as snares beneath Played a beat for the sky In four-four time I can't figure out what's wrong with me If I could shut my eyes I'd Just lay down and die In the cold streets of New Jersey They gave everyone a camera to appreciate the same moon. Alex is wrapped up in tune to his love and Joni Mitchell Blues but Prima and Sinatra too are all I hear when I'm with you Is it my fate to carry the weight of a bottle I can't give away? Now life seems so finite The entire decade was just wasting time Now life seems so finite The entire decade just passed us by They gave everyone a camera to appreciate the same moon. Found an eye at the center of the sun The dollar sign and the damage done gambled all my money on "31" But hey, I sure had fun Work a 9-5 that makes me sleep Searching for any form of inner peace If I could shut my eyes, I'd just lay down and die In the cold streets of New Jersey They gave everyone a camera to appreciate the same moon