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• Artiste: Classic Crime (The)
• Titre: Driftwood
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Every whisper is a gunshot in a crowded terminal Every cry for help so quiet it is barely audible Every callous numbing feeling gets invited to the bar Instead of salt on all your wounds You pour well whiskey on your scars But you're not hard No one sees who you are You ward off the drunken stares at last call But you've got what I want You've got what I want Driftwood Call me a name if it feels good I'll be the break where your ache has stood All of your failures are widowers But I'm still right here And you're not hard I can see who you are And I'll work hard To bring you back to the start 'Cause you've got what I want You've got what I want As the driftwood whittles down You see the beauty that it had Carried through the open ocean 'Till it finally reached the sand Where I cam upon it's sadness Saw the glory it contained And you let me cut you slowly until only you remained 'Cause you've got what I want 'Cause you've got what I want You've got what I want