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• Artiste: Districts (The)
• Titre: Heavy Begs
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You've narrowed it down to the singular Of course you've won There's about a thousand lives Flushed down Fairmount Park The needle on the thread line stitches Tries to wrap its seems down all our babes But we're calloused now in silent sounds Since winter came Drying, lying Sleep on heavy begs Reeking of shameful missteps, well I guess you're to blame, now Whining, sighing like sheep on the defeated graze Freaking out on bruised-back hands just wondering Where the hell I came down Who are you fooling? I am not It was bright as any fool could see And I knew you weren't living, do any of us love the city? Maybe sometimes but not constantly You're blonde like the lovers Mickel But blue eyes are deceiving as insects And I'll be fine but not yet Just need to breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe Drying, lying Sleep on heavy begs Reeking of shameful missteps, well I guess you're to blame, now Whining, sighing like sheep on the defeated graze Freaking out on bruised-back hands just wondering Where the hell I came down, came down, came down Meditate on the spaces left rotten, the emptiness refuses This worn out weight The one you left I said Drying, lying Sleep on heavy begs Reeking of shameful missteps, well I guess you're to blame, now Whining, sighing like sheep on the defeated graze