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• Artiste: Pablo Brooks
• Titre: Perfume
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You throw your football with the same precision That you use to make them fall in love with you Got a lover's disposition, I've no decision But to paint out every scene Of what's the truth Gave you my favorite linen shirt I thought maybe you could feel how much it hurts If only you could see me here My heart is in my hands, it's clear Now you're doing fine without me My shirt is on your floor And it smells of her perfume Spent half a year on my back Deconstructing every word You said to me Thought maybe I could find Some warmth in all the cold stares That you knowingly gave mе You look so good in my linen shirt There's nothing I could do to makе this work If only you could see me here My heart is in my hands, it's clear Now you're doing fine without me My shirt is on your bedroom floor And it smells of her perfume I spill the truth, you run away Look for a lover that is safe You fall in her arms, give her your heart God I wish that it was me I look for pieces of your body In some stranger's cold apartment I don't think you'll ever see That God I wish that it was me You throw your football with the same precision That you use to make them fall in love with you