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• Artiste: Owl John
• Titre: A Good Reason To Grow Old
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Good grief and grace turn their backs to me Put shovels into the cold soil In a pulse-racing second they gave up on their awful toil Hell on earth and hate turn to face me Stuck knuckles into each of my eyes Then a drunken-thumb stranger put pave to the constant cry With my head in my hands, I dissolve to die alone Now I've finally found a good reason to grow old, A good reason to Rapture and love brought me dancing Lit up every last heartbroken light In the ecstasy of everything the debt I have wanted expired Bitterness and lust caught me laughing Asked why my expression had changed After years of such company they'd never seen the look on my face With my head in my hands I dissolve to alone Now I've finally found a good reason to grow old I was ready to drown in the afterlife, not anymore Now I've finally found a good reason to grow old A good reason to Oh, How she murders morbid thought Oh, plunges a knife into the suicide in my blood Oh, how she murders morbid thought Oh, plunges a knife into the suicide & I am born She'll turn your back to the afterlife Kick dust into the eys of it all Turn your back to the afterlife Climb out of your shallow hole