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• Artiste: Waxahatchee
• Titre: Mud
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We're the same, have it out Down in the mud Glance at your name written out In your blood I might take it upon myself Yearning for a restless hell Call me an angel in the background Singing I'm not the one Not your haven at the bottom Or some miserable companion I might beam with empty virtue But I'm a feather blowing in your storm Garbage, weather worn I take my aim at a girl Suffering We share a name and a need To not be seen She might take it personally Put on airs, undercut me So if I call you up tomorrow Screaming I'm not the one To be privy to your fiction Help you get your shit together I'm a fool in angel's clothing I'm a glutton for being let down But I can't help you, I can't stick around Said I don't want nothin' to do with it Yeah - I'm not the one To keep betting against the odds, yeah It won't go my way forever If I held you any tighter Call me terrified, call me unprepared Well you might be stupid but you're not scared