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• Artiste: Canasta
• Titre: Heads Hurt Better
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Locked inside that room of yours Sounds as though your feet don't touch the floor We're stuck staring at your door For three dark days and four bright nights But then we haven't had enough time To figure this one friend to friend As the tempers and temperatures rise We do damage time won't mend Ideals get the best of me You're left with the worst Vices meant for testing me Somehow they got to you first Heads hurt better when drowned this way But when do monkeys become demons? And all that mattered dissolved one day You stop breathing and she starts screaming But you never spent enough time Making sure she understood That without her vigilant eye All that drowning does no good Ideals get the best of you She's left with the worst Vices meant for testing you Somehow they got to her first What would it take to bring you home? The lions wait for you at home You swore you couldn't stay with us at home What would it take to bring you home?