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• Artiste: Owen
• Titre: Virtue Misspent
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Inside your head A monsoon of bitters and bourbon An undying burden of proof And inside your heart The blackest mood You're allowed to lament a life of virtue misspent It hurts now But you'll learn how to leave me And under your breath You always knew it was never you It was never you It was never you I know it hurts now But you'll learn how to leave me I honestly don't remember how I got back to the hotel that night There were drinks, I imagine And a bridgе filled with strangers willing to brave thе apologetic rain Rather than settling for a last train home I never want the nights in Japan to end "Biru, Kudasai" 'til I'm blind, "Sumimasen" until I'm dead, please How was I supposed to know that blurry long walk home would be my last forgotten memory of another life entirely? I honestly don't remember how I got here Wherever the fuck I am There were drinks, I imagine But I like being lost, and I'm good at being alone And I find comfort in knowing that it rains the same in every language