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• Artiste: Sloppy Jane
• Titre: Claw Machine
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I saw the TV glow, I I'm in the eighth grade Sending grown men grainy photos Of my ribcage My bedroom has no door, so I can never close 'em I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice When my eyes are open I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice When my eyes are open And somewhere south of Tallahassee A teenage boy with a summer job He's driving grown men around a golf course He's going home to a manicured lawn And digging holes in his manicured lawn I think I was born bored I think I was born blue I think I was born wanting more I think I was born already missing you Ooh, ooh-ooh But my heart is like a claw machine Its only function is to reach It can't hold on to anything No I can't hold on to anything When my best friend started driving We never went to class The worst part of the car crash was Talking to her dad I said I wasn't scared But I was faking it You know it's a mistake When it's me who was making it It's always the wrong thing When it's me who's saying it