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• Artiste: Joey Cape
• Titre: Under The Doormat
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I fell under the doormat Below the floor once welcoming Promise rings symbolize the jinx A distant second guess from these separate beds The pen cap-less abandon throughout the house dry from neglect Those tiny things that once needled me The distant minor drought Less then zero now Give up the enemy I wanna give up the enemy I wanna feel something that makes mе weep Not grieve the lost cеnturies The spell under the doormat Fair play to end this tragic tale Our loved ones cry, though no one died Just adjust their ties and connect the lies Those promises now seem meaningless in this dank basement where mold spores smell of death I'm not the enemy I know that you're not the enemy We wanna feel something that makes us weep As we sow our seeds so shall we reap We will feel something again in grief Without grieving lost centuries, choking on memories, counting wasted time I fell under the doormat A punch line in an epic fail Those promise rings Melted antique dreams I don't wanna leave, but I have to leave