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• Artiste: Kat Flint
• Titre: Candyfloss Branches
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I'm feeling childish in the morning I woke up twelve again I didn't like it first time 'round And I hoped I'd aged a bit since then Dress down and foolish in the morning Too childish, foolish for this world A withered limb to drag around To drag around a withered girl And I walk home amid the scent of summer Streetlights turn the trees to rust Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches I get lost Drunk on the dying light Carry me home tonight I'm feeling fragile in the morning Wasn't what I drank or what I said I try to always tell the truth The truth, she finds you in the end And I walk home amid the scent of summer Streetlights turn the trees to rust Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches I get lost Drunk on the dying light Carry me home tonight And I walk home amid the scent of summer Streetlights turn the trees to rust Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches I get lost Drunk on the dying light Carry me home tonight And I walk home amid the scent of summer Streetlights turn the trees to rust Through empty places breathing cut-grass dust And black crows sleep in twisted candyfloss branches I get lost Drunk on the dying light Gets me through the night