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• Artiste: Stand Atlantic
• Titre: Clay
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Oh I, I'm vibrant as an ashtray Still better than I have been Falling over my skin To keep the dust from settling Oh well, I can feed into the fire No fury, no desire Bending with the wind That I keep to fuel the apathy I'm restless to the point where I'm stuck Stop saving your words And hit where it hurts I hear you speak and I'm biting my tongue I'm feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head I take for a taste To throw it away, to throw it away Hit me where it hurts Sometimes I roll back into old ways Where I stir and misbehave Holding onto my skin To keep the rust from crawling in Some nights I sleep in crowded hallways At least that's what it feels like, ignoring all the voices It's sweet, but they don't need it fake Stop saving your words And hit where it hurts I hear you speak and I'm biting my tongue I'm feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head I take for a taste To throw it away, to throw it away Hit me where it hurts Mould me like clay To a shape that's not the same Nothing more to say (Nothing more to say) Stop saving your words And hit where it hurts I hear you speak and I'm biting my tongue I'm feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head I take for a taste To throw it away, to throw it away Hit me where it hurts