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• Artiste: Trophy Eyes
• Titre: Sean
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We hit every red light On the way to those you left behind Somethin' just don't sit right With suicide and sunshine Top 40 on the radio Mind racing, but we move so slow Familiar smell of dead friend The moment that I got that message that you left On the mirror by your bed came through You apologized again Like you did too often And this time, it's not alright, but I forgive you Now I'm pulling at the sides, trying to cover up the hole that you left Telling everyone it's gonna be fine when it never is And I'll never have the words to say what you meant, so I won't Just one more flight, my friend, and you're gonna be home The first thing that I thought of When I heard that you had killed yourself Was how stupid I'm about to look With my foot inside of my mouth 'Cause the last thing that I said When you were still around Was, "You do this for attention Or you'd have killed yourself by now" Message that you left on the mirror by your bed came through You apologized again Like you did too often And this time, it's not alright, but I forgive you Now I'm pulling at the sides, trying to cover up the hole that you left Telling everyone it's gonna be fine when it never is And I'll never have the words to say what you meant, so I won't Just one more flight, my friend, and you're gonna be home And I keep thinking you're gonna walk up those stairs Smiling, running your fingers through your hair And no one here's said a lot since you did what you did 'Cause if we don't talk then you're not really dead Now I'm pulling at the sides, trying to cover up the hole that you left Telling everyone it's gonna be fine when it never is And I'll never have the words to say what you meant, so I won't Just one more flight, my friend, and you're gonna be home And I keep thinking you're gonna walk up those stairs Smiling, running your fingers through your hair And no one here's said a lot since you did what you did 'Cause if we don't talk then you're not really dead