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• Artiste: Deaf Havana
• Titre: Ashes, Ashes
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I was getting sick of the traffic and all of the tickets I couldn't pay So I sold my car and took the bus back to the corner of Churchfield Way Where I lost myself in the faces of people I swear I'd met before It felt like my own feet were someone elses, I couldn't work straight anymore If we could drive away to the places I love the most When my lungs turn black and my heart turns black I'll give my ashes to the coast I found myself in a fishbowl and I didn't leave my house for a month What's the point in trying in conversation if you don't have the strength to talk? But it's alright I said, I'll stay here and lie away for days And count the spiders on the ceiling, until my mind withers away I hoped that I would see your face again and I hoped that you would be alright, if I could find a leg to stand on, or something, maybe I could take control of my own life