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• Artiste: Pettit Project (The)
• Titre: Pretty City/Bad Times
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This town is a custom-made crazy It fits me like a personal Hades Locked down all my fears and all my pain My home is calling out One time and it never got better Two times and my face was redder Three times, all coincidence shattered Something's got me scared like a hunter with antlers It constantly Goes horribly But then it came to me One night (one night, one night) On a cramped flight with a bad movie on Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms I thought to myself, "Is this where all my life's gone?" In a pretty city with a beautiful view Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true Bad times sometimes Spark a healthy change in you I know (what) that I sleep at night With my (yeah) newly found insight Bad luck can be positive despite Overwhelming odds; everything will be all right (I'm always waiting on tomorrow Well-thought plans don't follow through, though) It constantly Goes horribly But then it came to me One night On a cramped flight with a bad movie on Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms I thought to myself, "Is this where all my life's gone?" In a pretty city with a beautiful view Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true Bad times sometimes Spark a healthy change in you It all Happens For a predetermined reason Scales don't favour sides Dark skies Declines Bad times cycle like the seasons It makes for pleasant highs On a cramped flight with a bad movie on Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms I thought to myself, "Is this where all my life's gone?" In a pretty city with a beautiful view Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true Bad times sometimes Spark a healthy change in you On a cramped flight with a bad movie on Next to a screaming child in a bad mother's arms I thought to myself, "Is this where all my life's gone?" In a pretty city with a beautiful view Where nothing is gained and nothing ever comes true Bad times sometimes Spark a healthy change in you