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• Artiste: Greg Salwen
• Titre: Utopia
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Well he sits at his desk 'cause he's trying his best To envision a future that just won't exist A utopia At his fingertips And in his spare time he frowns at the sight Of an imperfect office, on an imperfect night From a cafe across A Street he provides And he swears on his soul that he's under control And his eyes they just move because he claims he's alone In a room filled to the brim With people he knows He closes the door 'cause he knows that before Everything was what was and it was beautiful And it broke him half when he found out the math was wrong So he'll sip at his drink until he falls beneath the plane that we know And most have come to love But he knows that it's not good enough Yeah he knows that it's not good enough And when there's no sound he'll scream out at hell And hope that they hear him And acknowledge his wishes And force him out of this But nothing makes a sound When no one is around And I think he knows that now