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• Artiste: Fireworks
• Titre: Bed Sores
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I'm glad that you still came by But it wasn't really icy outside I was just in one of my moods Now we're laughing on the sheets in my room My mother she slept on the couch While deer hooves made holes in the ground Maybe my brothers blood Dripped on me from the top bunk I keep telling myself Everybody's hell's better than my own And my hell's my own The neighbors were young back then And their homes were new to them Now they can't sleep at night Cause their husbands are dying inside Their husbands are dying inside I keep telling myself Everybody's hell's better than my own And my hell's my own These houses are headstones These basements they are graves After getting out, I I never thought I, would want back in I want back in I keep telling myself Everybody's hell's better than my own And my hell's my own (Everybody's hell's better than my own) And my hell's my own