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• Artiste: Patrick Droney
• Titre: State Of The Heart
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You were standing at the bathroom sink Crying and yelling at me For a second it was like we were in a Coming of age movie But who the hell are we? Wandering around this big city Acting like we got our lives together Trying to find ourselves In the letters of dead poets Making friends with the cynics In rent controlled apartments Singing The National And tellin' each other secrets Like nobody’s evеr lived this Before Young in thе state of the heart Fighting with time so we take shots in the dark And it feels alright cos’ this mess is ours Young in the state of the heart Yeah we run fast cos’ the cars don’t start And we make up for what we don’t got We know we are Young in the state of the- Slept out on the fire escape That summer when the AC gave You said to pretend that it was winter But honey I was happy To be just like us Two kids dreaming while the metal rusts Sure felt good to be lost together Just trying to find ourselves In the letters of dead poets Making friends with the cynics In rent controlled apartments Singing The National And tellin' each other secrets Like nobody’s ever lived this Before Young in the state of the heart Fighting with time so we take shots in the dark And it feels alright cos’ this mess is ours Young in the state of the heart Yeah we run fast cos’ the cars don’t start And we make up for what we don’t got We know we are Young in the state of the heart Young in the state of the heart Contemplated science, space and religion Contemplated silence, space, how it all fits Yeah we know our place, call us the misfits But we’re livin' Young in the state of the heart Young in the state of the heart Fighting the time so we take shots in the dark And it feels alright cos’ this mess is ours Young in the state of the heart Fighting with time so we take shots in the dark (And it feels alright cos’ this mess is ours) This mess is ours Young in the state of the heart