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• Artiste: Lewis Capaldi
• Titre: A Cure For Minds Unwell
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Waking up too early, static on the TV Dressed in all the clothes I had on When yesterday decided I didn't need to fight with The hours and the seconds no more Doing all the things that I'm supposed to Working every day the way that most do Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through But you know, you know, you know That, if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should've said To the ones I laid to rest, and, lately I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell? 'Cause my head's a living hell If I'm honest with myself Stumble as I'm leaving, one foot takes the lead, and Second seems to struggle to find A solitary reason to continue seeking Any use in walking this line Doing all the things that I'm supposed to Working every day the way that most do Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through But you know, you know, you know That, if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should've said To the ones I laid to rest, and, lately I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell? 'Cause my head's a living hell If I'm honest with myself So, how am I supposed to see an end To my all-consuming, constant fear and dread When I can't even seem to make it out of bed? Yeah, if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should've said To the ones I laid to rest, and, lately I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell? 'Cause my head's a living hell If I'm honest with myself