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• Artiste: Die Young
• Titre: Saved By A Precious Few
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The clouds they followed me to what felt like no end bled dry through the days all my hope abandoned perhaps I have nothing left to give but this voice of discontent and so I carry on... embedded in anger, my soul finds nourishment in the wastelands of the world, I find my fertile ground disillusioned with everything nothing is what it fucking seems the only beauty that I've found is right here-- underground just like you I drag myself through this human hell a mere piece of the machine fighting for scraps of myself sometimes I fear that there's not enough love in this world to save us from ourselves we thought love would save us from the perils of this fucking world but we bled through those nights when love weighed too much when love was not enough (it's not enough)... so here's to my saving grace... empty parking lots at 2am and hating the world with the best of friends to the precious few whose hearts are fucking true, those candles in the dark who saw me through: when the crowd has gone and the dust has cleared I would end it all if you weren't still here all I need is a place to sleep and moments that cannot be bought