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• Artiste: Kyla La Grange
• Titre: Something Special
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Growing up slowly, I could hardly wait Had a book in each hand, a heart hungry for praise Tell me I'm good, make my fucking day Tell me I'm funny, make me feel okay Growing up lonely, I could only play At being somebody's VIP someday Tell me I'm pretty, pick me for your play Tell me I'm clever, give me what I crave I'm just a heartbeat in the backseat I'm just a dead dream behind a black screen You just wanted to be something special, didn't you? You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you? And now your body's showing up the pain like cellophane And there's a feeling written in your face, a hurricane Growing up angry, I was on my way Chan in each ear, a job I fucking hate Tell me I'm talented, I need a break Tell me I've got it, all to throw away I'm just a heartbeat in the backseat I'm just a dead dream behind a black screen You just wanted to be something special, didn't you? You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you? And now your body's showing up the pain like cellophane And there's a feeling written in your face, a hurricane And if I only had more time, then I would And if I only had money, then I could I'm sick of saying what I think, that I could Maybe, the truth is that I can't You just wanted to be something special, didn't you? You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?