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• Artiste: Eliza McLamb
• Titre: Pulp
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Nose to nose I hold you so close in the moment Though I know I feel it slipping away I told you to shut your mouth when you started talking About passing years, passing days I've been having visions of you as a baby Maybe part of it is all in my head I don't think I understand time as a line I wasn't meant to live it like this I guess And I don't know how you people do it See it all without the urge to fall right through it Crack open a photo book Sit alone at 20 and look for a sign that I was there Staring to the ceiling and contemplate the feeling Of total obsoletion, dust, and despair And yet I can't stop trying To hold every beautiful thing in my hands I suck the pulp until I choke on what was never meant to last And still I hope, although I know I’m never gonna get it all back I feel limited in my constant sensitivity To what I know will hurt me soon Every day I spend in the sun I waste thinking of What will come when it’s time for the moon If I have to love you, I don't know how to do it Without holding on too tight And I don't want to leave you but I might Only 'cause I don't know how to do this right Yet I can't stop trying To hold every beautiful thing in my hands I suck the pulp until I choke on what was never meant to last And still I hope, although I know I’m never gonna get it all back Oh, just hold me Tell me I can hold it all too Tell me something small Lie so I can make it through Tell me there’s another side And I’ll be with it again Fake omnipotence so I can crawl back into bed