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• Artiste: Hannah Rose Duperre
• Titre: Penitence for My Pestilence
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i think someday you’ll be famous and i’ll be a fan far from the festival, aw yeah i think someday, maybe someday i’ll grow up, let go, and we can take a hit at real friendship hey hey honey, i think someday you’ll be famous if you don’t let your good, good heart go down the drain he’s harrowed beneath a steering wheel between carpet and Nirvana-christened stereo stays up starry-eyed, his head’s becoming a broken radio and how can you not cry “pestilence for my penitence”, aw yeah. hey honey, i think someday you’ll be famous if you don’t let your good, good heart go down the drain she spiels when the razors find her heart she’s been withdrawn for so long, the attrition pays to kill wakes up pensive of the morning on her window sill separates the glass, spreads her arms to cliff hang from her memories Crying Crying, crying, crying, crying “penitence for my pestilence, oh, penitence for my pestilence.” and i’ve learned to be a stranger to the love of my neighbors and when you say you’re abandoning all you’ve ever known, know that i don’t believe that you could abandon anything without any sort of creed when you’re on your own wait up, honey... honey... hey honey, don’t let your good, good heart go away it’s always been a much better fit for you anyway