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• Artiste: This Town Needs Guns
• Titre: Whatever, Whenever
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How I died by the living man? Time passed and so did I A frog in the throat The feelings of the sleeves in an ill-fitting coat: I am nothing of note I’m just fine Most the time I’ll get by Thoughts never teethed By the unconceived How bleak Sleep so unsound in this self-imposed cell Oh well Decorate floors with fabric Dug too deep to break a habit Buried in a burrow on borrowed time This hole on the whole is mine I’m just fine Most the time I’ll get by I’ll survive I’ve been losing the taste for living Biting my tongue Now it’s bleeding Biding my time Just to give in Laying awake for days Changing the sheets on my grave Re-pointing the paths I’ve paved Re-living mistakes I've made