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• Artiste: Shealeigh
• Titre: Ben's Song
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My brother has the hair I've always wanted We fought about When he cut it off For a contest He tells me I'm too serious And I agree with him From our lips to God's voicemail Guess He must be out again I don't mean to sound indifferent I just changed more than I ever wanted to And if I retrace my steps My knees hurt And these new meds make me sad Make my hands burn And if I can't tell you I'm good Then I feel worse I used to sleep through the night I met three girls named Claire When I transferred colleges We all hate what we write When it's honest And the lady across the street Hands out pages of the bible Says we're all going to hell 'Cause we watch American Idol I told her I was already there And it's no Apocalypse From our lips to God's voicemail Guess He hates when I'm like this I don't mean to sound indifferent I just changed more than I ever wanted to And if I retrace my steps My knees hurt And these new meds make me sad Make my hands burn And if I can't tell you I'm good Then I feel worse I used to sleep through the night I used to drive and go out But it's snowing way too hard now I'm back home Ben lives somewhere else now And I still don't wanna let myself down I don't mean to sound indifferent I just changed more than I ever wanted to And if I retrace my steps My knees hurt And these new meds make me sad Make my hands burn And if I tell you I'm bad Then I feel worse I used to sleep through the night