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• Artiste: Handguns
• Titre: Disenchanted
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Woah, sorry Woah, hahaha Woah... Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woaaah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woaaah Just like a wrecking ball swinging through a second story window Everything's in pieces, my eyes just can't believe that I feel the undertow pulling hard, never letting go I can't fight this sinking feeling, hate the hands that they've been dealing Instill the image of a saint Into the heads of the people you hate Lost my way and all my faith The only thing that I believed in Turned out to be something so different And all I have left in me Is some paper and a microphone A sore throat and a broken home Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woaaah Woah-woah Woah-woah Woah-woaaah On the opposing team, out for blood, not playing clean Racking up the penalties. I don't watch my mouth I, say what I mean Been doing this since nineteen what makes you think that you know anything, yeah It's you who fuels the anger for these words I put on paper Thick skin but I can see through you Vomit lies while you choke on the truth Lost my way and all my faith The only thing that I believed in Turned out to be something so different And all I have left in me Is some paper and a microphone A sore throat and a broken home I won't forget that first December I felt alive for the first time ever Disappointment swallowed me And sent me right back on the street I lost my way and all my faith The only thing that I believed in Turned out to be something so different And all I have left in me Is some paper and a microphone A sore throat and a broken home The reason for my disenchantment I know you'll take this for granted Bled me dry of all my passion This didn't go the way I planned it The reason for my disenchantment I know you'll take this for granted Bled me dry of all my passion This didn't go the way I planned it