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• Artiste: Polar Bear Club
• Titre: Most Miserable Life
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We fucked our ears We fucked our throats Screaming for the sake of what we love most These pretty scars aren't going anywhere The redder, the better Lose your voice and make it hurt Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things 'Cause it's time to sing! Woah... Woah... Woah... Woah... Here we go! I pray and bleed with a frozen smile Echoes of heartache are not with me Emotions shed in different times Crashed at this opportunity I feel sorry for these walls 'Cause if they could talk they surely would Hear 'em out, tear 'em down. Hear 'em out, tear 'em down. What stops us from doing that which we love? Social convention can take off Fired hearts, and a little faith... We are the fired hearts! I can feel hopeless and bitter As can anyone that I know Not yet, here it's a waste of time I've got something inside, can't let it go I scream until it hurts I know somewhere somone's screaming it worse And I smile knowing here is where it collides Here we dont have to hide What stops us from doing that which we love? Social convention can take off Fired hearts, and a little faith... We are the fired hearts! Woah... Woah... Woah... Woah... We fucked our ears We fucked our throats Screaming for the sake of what we love most These pretty scars aren't going anywhere The redder, the better! Lose your voice and make it hurt Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things We fucked our ears We fucked our throats Screaming for the sake of what we love most These pretty scars aren't going anywhere The redder, the better Lose your voice and make it hurt Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things 'Cause it's time to sing...