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• Artiste: Emily Scott Robinson
• Titre: Let 'em Burn
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White picket fence, a quiet street Faithful wife of fifteen years, mother of three I go to church, I say my prayers But I have never felt the breath of God in there I followed every rule and played it safe And I built myself a beautiful cage The coffee's hot, the kids asleep This is the only time I feel like I can breathe But late last night I locked the door And cried myself to sleep on the bathroom floor ’Cause I lit a match and held it to my yearning And found out I was a house already burning I'm on the edge of something wild On the edge of something free On the edge of something reckless I get down on my knees If you don't recognise me when I come back around It’s 'cause all the things I thought I'd be I let 'em all burn to the ground I let 'em burn, I let 'em burn I never dreamed I'd start this war When I was young I was so innocent and sure I was afraid to be alone So I wrote every vow with loyalty in stone Is this the life I want for my own daughter? Just trying to keep her head above the water What if desire is a gift and not a sin? What if this could be the start and not the end? I'm on the edge of something wild On the edge of something free On the edge of something reckless I get down on my knees If you don’t recognise me when I come back around It’s 'cause all the things I thought I’d be Yes all the things I swore I'd be I let 'em all burn to the ground I let 'em burn, I let ’em burn I let 'em burn, burn, burn