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• Artiste: Boodles
• Titre: City
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The sky is grey The moon is faded I let my whole body take over this car of mine Lights blinding Motorcycles The stores are just closing it's time to go home and Try our best to Hold it in Our problems, they don't seem to understand Oh we'll cry and smile, then lie then drive again Buildings delapidate like our ages and wine Beggars and robbery Scammers in city streets Lovers in hotels The extroverts clubbing The cars taking risks Overtake for adrenaline Killings on daily oh Take me home i hate the crowd The city growls With doubt in mind, round and round i go, in this little bubble of mine I'm longing for connection Dreams of strangers spending time with me The rain falls down again, guilt and pleasure tucking me in I feel my fuse hissing, i feel this bunker caving in I need to step out, but i don't wanna do it without you This big house is too warm, while out there my fingers can turn blue I'll rest when it's time, i'll wake when it's night. lay down for a while What am i? a sleepy insomniac These figures of protection, i'm the child of the childless Maybe far away i can find the path to be righteous People can be cruel, we're beings with mistakes What is being kind? when there's too much to hate These songs are to say, pressures for my brain So i write songs for myself, so i can ride the pain