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• Artiste: Kites
• Titre: The Black Dog
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I'll drown them out now. Sure remedy for a plight well known to Hanta. My monotonous disaster. I've tired of this frown. Build me an ark to escape from this tempest, Forge a life once the storm's ended. They say: "Pull yourself together boy! Chin up, don't be sensational. Who's died? be rational. For Christ's sake. What on earth's the matter boy! Self-indulgence seen in one so young It is not attractive, it is quite wrong." He's not a doctor, he's just a quack And his counsel sounds like mad-chat Though I'm sure he is a bright man I wear a awful smile My masquerade that is something of a trial I don't doubt I'm in denial. They say: "Pull yourself together boy! Chin up, don't be sensational Who's died? be rational For Christ's sake. What on earth's the matter boy! Self-indulgence seen in one so young It is not attractive, it is quite wrong." The black dog grips me again Each way I turn it's by my side In my blood. Written. It's way too late now Cracked bones remind me that I'm flawed It's way too late now In a million pieces on the floor.