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• Artiste: Emily Kinney
• Titre: Mortal
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Dust in my eyes, tears on my face Boy next to me says he's been in the same place Mind just racing in the middle of the night Wondering what it's gonna look like in the daylight Wondering if he's on the right path Wondering how long his luck will last Baby, that's what I call feeling mortal Put your head and cry on my shoulder We can watch the moon turn bright blood red You can stay the night in my tree-house bed Oh-oh, oh-oh, he's got my soul in his hands And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance Is this forever I'm not at my best But I'm addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest Both brilliant on the ground floor Do pretty well with a closed door Yeah, it's now or never but tomorrow will change Go to different cities and rearrange Wondering if he's on the right path Wondering how long our luck will last Baby, that's what I call feeling mortal Put your head and cry on my shoulder We can watch the moon turn bright blood red You can stay the night in my tree-house bed Oh-oh, oh-oh, he's got my soul in his hands And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance Is this forever I'm not at my best But I'm addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest I swear he's trying to say he loves me The way he's moving his mouth I swear he's trying to say he loves me But the words never come out I swear he's trying to say he loves me The way he's moving his mouth I swear he's trying to say he loves me But the words never come out Baby, that's what I call feeling mortal Put your head and cry on my shoulder We can watch the moon turn bright blood red You can stay the night in my tree-house bed Oh-oh, oh-oh, he's got my soul in his hands And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance Is this forever I'm not at my best But I'm addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest I swear he's trying to say he loves me But the words never come out I swear he's trying to say he loves me But the words never come out I swear he's trying to say he loves me But the words never come out