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• Artiste: Miya Folick
• Titre: Felicity
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Sweet sound of a rare bird with combination skin Walk away from the car wreck, two bruises on her bare arms Suckin' on the medicine Sweet pain of a cold glass on the table that you set for me Countin' down to the car crash, three secrets on a mattress It's the turn of a century, turn of the century And anything will feel better when you get it out That's called felicity, felicity, yea And everything will feel better when you get it out That's called felicity, felicity, yea Sweet sight of an old friend with abalone eyes Says you gotta be conscious, stop acting like you've lost it Both punishment and prize, both punishment and prize And anything will feel better when you get it out That's called felicity, felicity, yea And everything will feel better when you get it out That's called felicity, felicity, yea Spit it in the palm of my hand, that's an anger I can understand Say what you've been meaning, get it off your jaw Punch me in the viscera, I can take it Spit it in the palm of my hand, yea, that's an anger I can understand Say what you've been meaning, get it off your jaw Punch me in the viscera, I can take it And everything will feel better when you get it out That's called felicity And everything will feel better when you get it out That's called felicity, felicity