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• Artiste: Marika Hackman
• Titre: I'd Rather Be With Them
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Stale tongues, the words have gone And all we’ve left is smoky spirits and heavy lungs And I don’t want to talk it through But my head hurts and I hate you Don’t make me throw up I know that you will And wake up my mother and tell her I’m ill It’s all coming out now, black, brown Wine and vile Salty eyes, some frothy lips Your teeth are bent and champing at the fucking bit Leading on the window Will you point them and you let go You say: “look at the people Crawling like insects All over the pavements” I’d rather be with them ‘Cause I just hate this room, it smells like you Leave it all, I like this song When it ends, you really must be getting on And they need all clicks after I’m out And you look back and the door slams I’m so fucking heartless I can’t even cry I’ve opened my body: it’s hollow inside So ring up my parents And tell them I’m dead And say how you bite me: you fucked with my head And I hate your head, and the clothes you wear And I just love your head, and the clothes you wear