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• Artiste: Move Ahead
• Titre: Boylston
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So now it comes down to this A time of recognition for a bullet that barely missed My soul is white like the sands That no child has ever played in I'm the stone that the builder refused Breathing in the air of my own misfortunes But now I've sacrificed myself For so little, but so much of that Was objectified by a lack of substance I had inside I've never felt the cold hands of death But I've listened to the rattle of your heart. And now's about the time where things fall apart And now the day is fucking done The battles not over but already been won I find myself roaming out in the cold Searching for something to be so bold This city's easy to loose yourself in And what you may find when looking Won't live up to your aspirations So I just push it aside and find a place to hide in a boylston basement just wasting away my time Because I'd rather die than be a statue in a garden filled with hate. But even on the clearest nights There's not a star in my sky