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Artiste:
Balu Brigada
Titre:
Politix
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He's off again New blood is eating out his palm again Mixed up in metaphors and confidence Reading the room is like a party trick And then he's on his way out He's on his way out It's all pretend He makes a fuss and then he finds the next He pops a pill and takes the side effects Talks in a circle till I'm 2% And then he's on his way out Am I wrong To think that I could be the one To think I might be onto something I gave your words all the weight in the world And now I don't know who to trust I did my best to hear you out And now I'm drowning in the doubt I gave you every piece of my love But will it ever be enough Oh Mr. on the fence That's what they call him down in Oregon Trust fund babies and the college kids Gaslight the room and call it common sense, it's obvious, it's politics I guess I never was supposed to win My pretty little bones were never built for it I could take a bite but never stomach it I wish I would've known it before Am I wrong To think that I could be the one To think I might be onto something I gave your words all the weight in the world And now I don't know who to trust I did my best to hear you out And now I'm drowning in the doubt I gave you every piece of my love But will it ever be enough I give you every word that I put on the page I give you every smile on a tired face I gave you every dream that I kept to myself You only gave me reasons to doubt myself And even when it works, yeah it's never enough Even when hurts you say toughen up I bet you when it's good you'll be there in the frame And when you see it crash, you'll be out of state I can't play again I never win My cynicism It's kicking in I can't be to blame Walls closing in It's imminent I'm over it