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• Artiste: Luke Temple
• Titre: Mr. Disgrace
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Mr. Disgrace couldn't get up and go He was tied to his bed with fear of unknown Hating his own His pockets are filled with the scraps of a poem He'd written to her but she'll never know He'd ever written a poem Mr. Disgrace has a problem with parts Fitting them in and reading the charts In a world made of parts He feels he can see in the minds and the hearts If only the new where everything starts In a world made of too many parts If only they knew One isn't two when you're empty Blinded by words trampled by herds 'cause he's empty Mr. Disgrace would you get up and go You're tied to your bed with the fear of unknown The fear that you only could know