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• Artiste: Noah Kahan
• Titre: No Complaints
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I thought I had something And that's the same as having something I get mad at nothing Blame my dad for something I pull no punches, then feel bad for months Mmm, thought I was raised better Tried to fake better And to blame weather And escape better Hope the skin heals where the pain enters Oh, but I finally got sewed up I set a time and I showed up And, now, the weight of the world ain't so bad Well, I saw the end, it looks just likе the middle I got a paper and pеn and a page with no space I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication Then forgot how to cry Who am I to complain? And now the pain's different It still exists, it just escapes different And evades vision, makes the rain different Makes the news boring, and my rage distant Yes, I'm young and living dreams In love with being noticed And afraid of being seen But I can finally eat And I can fall asleep It's fine, fine, fine I finally got sewed up I set a time and I showed up And, now, the weight of the world ain't that bad Well, I saw the end, it looks just like the middle I got a paper and pen and a page with no space I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication Then forgot how to cry Who am I? Who am I to complain? To complain To complain I saw the end, it looks just like the middle I got a paper and pen but I can't feel the pain I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication Then forgot how to cry Who am I to complain?