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• Artiste: Alessia Cara
• Titre: 7 Days
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If there's a God Do you think he's looking down, curled up on his couch right now? As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound? Is he proud? Are we proud? Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter Making boring people famous Let's pretend they're fascinating Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better Or that pigment or religion really matters Were in some trouble Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV Oh Mr. Man upstairs I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of our taste The spectacle of cut and paste That we've made Would you say? Please say It was worth the seven days Does he hang his head in all the greed that we possess? As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess Maybe it's a test, maybe he's upset by the [?] stress Like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us God, or is it Mr. G to me? I hope that through the static you show what's the clarity 'Cause it's hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet Wonder if you're praying for us 'fore you go to sleep Do you sleep in peace? 'Cause were in some trouble Mr. Maker, but don't turn away from your screen At least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TV Oh, Mr. Man upstairs I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of our taste The spectacle of cut and paste That we've made Would you say? Please say It was worth the seven days Don't touch the remote It'll be back in a moment We are not hopeless We are just coping The mayhem is rolling But it ain't showbiz Reality's potent Chaotic, I know it But we're growing Have some hope in us And were we worth all the time you gave us? Oh, Mr. Man upstairs I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of our taste The spectacle of cut and paste That we've made Would you say? Please say It was worth the seven days, yeah