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• Artiste: Farside
• Titre: Too Much, Too Late
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Well, I heard that you got me a birthday card But my mailbox still stays empty to go with the empty seat of my car And I heard that you've got things to say to me I was always good at listening, yet I haven't heard you speak to me And I haven't heard you cry in a while, and I don't know if I want to It wasn't me It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness And I know something's going to break this time Could be the sun in my chest or the cloud inside my skull Or maybe, maybe the diamonds in my eyes that I just can't seem to find It wasn't me It wasn't really me announcing that I just don't care about anything I'm not afraid, I simply don't want to bother with my life right now, and all its lifelessness If I could find the road I've paved, there's still a chance that I can be saved There's still a chance that I can be saved, be saved Still a chance that I can be saved, be saved Too much, too much We almost built a home, and now it's somewhere i won't go Too much, too late You used to be my home, and now you're someone I don't know Too much, too late Too late