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• Artiste: Paper Mache
• Titre: Weathervane
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Matthew play me Trail of Dead Helps me forget for a little bit Just where I am and where I'm not What I have and what I haven't got The last few years have been a mess Too many drugs, and drinks, and cigarettes We put our best friends in the ground We fell in love, then fell right out If you're the wind I want to be a weather vane Which way you blow I want to go All you have to do is my point me... In the right direction Every babe kneeled by its bed Recites the prayer of innocence God bless Mom, and God bless Dad, Siblings, friends, and people who have passed Maybe I forgot how to pray The sacraments get in my way I close my eyes and grip my hands I think real hard, but my mind drifts I don't count my assets, only my debts I count calories instead of how I'm blessed I forget the ones who've stayed all along Only think of those who've done me wrong For all the lies that made it grow It's hard to look out passed my nose There's a part of me that's always known Screaming out, "I told you so!" There's a Cuspian girl with a heart so bright It burnt sunspots onto my eyes I could close them or try and look away But she's always there; she's always there for me If you are the wind I want to be a weather vane Which way you blow I want to go All you have to do is point me... In the right direction