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• Artiste: Phoebe Green
• Titre: Grit
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First thing in the morning, last thing at night You rotate my absent mind Fixating on a feeling that has no substance Swallows me up and consumes my conscience You make me spin, you make me sick, you make me want you and all of your grit You make me spin, you make me sick, you make me want you and all of your grit Are you special, are you afraid? Am I delusional, are you the same? Is she special, is she the one? Don’t wanna remember this when I wake up Take my time yeah, take my attention There are so many words that will go unmentioned I pretend I don’t notice, that I’m unaware When you scan the room to see if I’m there Tell me that you need to go home soon I’m losing my head and it’s all on you Tell me that I’m useless, that you hate my guts That this will never be enough You make me spin, you make me sick, you make me want you and all of your grit You make me spin, you make me sick, you make me want you and all of your grit Are you special, are you afraid? Am I delusional, are you the same? Is she special, is she the one? Don’t wanna remember this when I wake up And I wonder if you told her And if she let it slide Or if it didn’t feel important Did it somehow slip your mind I think about it all the time