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• Artiste: Greyson Chance
• Titre: Homerun Hitter
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If I'm gonna say it like it is We've become identical to them We've become the strangers we don't know A dying rose I'm forty miles North of where we met You're forty miles South of where we live It doesn't matter where we try to go If all the exits are closed There's nothing I could say To keep my head above the water There's nothing I could do If I lose one, I lose two 'Cause I thought you were the Homerun Hitter, the cherry that never bitters Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (Dead, dead) There's nothing I could do (Do, do) And I thought you were a Cold Blood Assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine But that light never painted the room Now there's nothing I could do (Do, do) To make it easier on you It's more than just the fire going out It's more than just the candles on the ground It's everything you wanted us to be The parts I won't see The door I always locked, you left it open Too afraid that you would blink and it would close-in And we would lose our vulnerability Oh, we were so naive 'Cause I thought you were the Homerun Hitter, the cherry that never bitters Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (Dead, dead) There's nothing I could do (Do, do) And I thought you were a Cold Blood Assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine But that light never painted the room Now there's nothing I could do (Do, do) To make it easier on— Easier on—, easier on— Easier on—, easier on— Easier on—, easier on— Easier on you There's nothing I could say to keep those gorgeous eyes from crying There's nothing I could do If I lose you, I lose too 'Cause I thought you were the Homerun Hitter, the cherry that never bitters Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (Dead, dead) There's nothing I could do (Do, do) And I thought you were a Cold Blood Assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine But that light never painted the room Now there's nothing I could do (Do, do) To make it easier on— Easier on—, easier on— Easier on—, easier on— Easier on—, easier on— Easier on you