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• Artiste: Miya Folick
• Titre: Fist
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I've been cooking dinner, hoping you'll forgive me For not wanting to swallow you You feign no offence and then you give me my space Oh how I hate when you follow through You've been losing weight like you said you wanted to But now I miss your old molecules I say that I'll starve myself until I disappear And you tell me that I frighten you This rage this rage Is my inheritance I don't like it when you watch me Won't you take your eyes off me Before I scream I've been cooking dinner, hoping you'll forgive me For not wanting to swallow you Open up a window, I froze up and forgot Now there's smoke in the living room I got too drunk couldn't drive myself down the hill It was two boys from high school I punch myself in the face with my own little fist Then I collapse into you This rage this rage Is my inheritance I don't like it when you watch me Won't you take your eyes off me Before I, I, I scream I, I punch myself in the face with my own little fist I punch myself in the face with my own little fist I punch myself in the face with my own little fist I punch myself in the face I punch myself in the face with my own little fist Then I collapse into you I punch myself in the face with my own little fist Then I collapse into you I punch myself in the face with my own little fist Then I collapse into you