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• Artiste: Sacha Sacket
• Titre: Sweet Suicide
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Give it everything you've got You're your own worst enemy Drinking spirits, taking shots Glass still remains half empty You wish that you won't wake up But you can't even get to sleep Six feet under for these six months Just dying to be buried And I'm the one to lift you up 'Cause I can't be your Francis Bean The love I give will never stop You don't want to wait and see It's Sweet Suicide to my life Saving you every time I catch you half-alive Wish I could compete With your perfect goodbye The sweat of your thousand tries The threat of the same blue sky You know what it's like to touch The edge with all apologies Where just this once is one too much And you have nothing left to be. You know how it feels alone To catch yourself still thinking “Sticks and stones may break my bones, But words will never hurt me” But I'm the one to lift you up 'Cause I won't be your Francis Bean The love I give will never stop You don't want to wait and see It's Sweet Suicide to my life Saving you every time I catch you half-alive Wish I could compete With your perfect good-bye The sweat of your thousand tries The threat of the same blue sky And I would be your answer Would be your savior Would be your sign And I would be your water Would be your shoulder Would be your sigh