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• Artiste: Creeper
• Titre: Black Mass
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Now, Madeline, your friends don’t understand the thing we have You sit up nightly on the bed, leave the TV in the corner on Sometimes you don’t quite know what's going on Your mother swears it’s in your head So I sit outside your house, waiting So can I come over? I’m not a dream that you wish you’d have If faced the choice, you’d dream so coy of all the boys Well, let me tell you now Madeline, when you were young did you think we would wed? I always did but never said In the summer, in your favourite dress when all your first loves left you such a mess, I’d come on over none the less So I sit outside your house, waiting So can I come over? I’m not a dream that you wish you’d have If faced the choice, you’d dream so coy of all the boys Darling, I see you with those open sleeping eyes In the night time under moonlight, under sweeping starless skies Now can I come over? I’m not a dream that you wish you’d have If faced the choice, you’d dream so coy of all the boys, of all the boys So can I come over? I’m not a dream that you wish you’d have If faced the choice, you’d dream so coy of all the boys