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• Artiste: Lucy Dacus
• Titre: VBS
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In the summer of '07 I was sure I'd go to heaven But I was hedging my bets at VBS The preacher in a t-shirt told me I could be a leader Taught me how to build a fire and to spread the word In the evening everybody went to worship and weep Hands above our heads, reaching for God Back in the cabin, snorting nutmeg in your bunk bed You were waiting for a revelation of your own Sedentary secrets like peach pits in your gut Locked away like jam jars in the cellar of your heart Waiting to be tasted and ultimately wasted You were gonna win me over from the start The poetry was so bad It took a lot to not laugh You said that I showed you the light But all it did in the end Was make the dark feel darker than before Your dad keeps his sleeves down through the summer for a reason Your mother wears her makeup extra thick for a reason When I tell you you were born and you are here for a reason You are not convinced the reason is a good one While you're going to sleep your mind keeps you awake And it makes your heart beat fast and loud There's nothing you can do but the only thing you found Playing Slayer at full volume helps to block it out The poetry was so bad It took a lot to not laugh You said that I showed you the light But all it did in the end Was make the dark feel darker than before Dark feel darker than before Dark feel darker than before