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• Artiste: Devics
• Titre: The Smell Of Ink
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I look up high to light in my eyes But it's not really there Is there no flattering light for this girl No sun that might lift her No stars that might kiss her Swimming through small spaces And breathing under water The nights I push play and sing myself to sleep I mother myself and I’m comforted In the thought that I am I smell the ink on this paper and that too is comforting A slave to music, a slave to sorrow, a slave to love Biking through dirty water and I’m looking for that street He appears, he's sorry, now he wants me I ride through it all Water, people, love, night, day And that was a good dream Such a sad girl, screaming in your face But you can't hear, you're selfish And you think she's trying to please you A feeling is a mark, but waiting lasts forever Thinking of reasons why Oh the dream is better than the real thing When the words just won't come You're framed in lead You've been hit hard And you climb into bed Go inside, into the halls, past all the walls, Where nothing falls, It's safe where you're small Safe where you’re small Safe when you're small