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• Artiste: Cary Judd
• Titre: Pivot
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Vertigo running through the rain, painfully I feel the same As the cycle seems to feed on me, consistently defeating me The volume of the buzz has been, louder than it's ever been I feel a fading like a soldier bleeds, needing death, or needing rescue But you come to me at the strangest times In the waking times of silent nights Sleep here is scarce sliding through the pavement I fell hard like I never have The outside draws me into panic, pushing me farther out of sleep The beacon seems to mock my trying, showing me that I am nothing Who am I? ‘she' asks me, as if I know no other shame I am something over coming, bleeding, healing moving on But you come to me at the strangest times In the waking times of silent nights Sleep here is scarce sliding through the pavement I fell hard like I never have And for tonight, a short escape Would save me from the circle game I live in She gets the best of me That I give her willingly