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• Artiste: Death Is Not Glamorous
• Titre: Crack Stone
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Like scratching an itch that won't subside Losing perspective at 4 o'clock at night Alone and walking in empty city streets Self-doubt is the glue holding down my feet The holes in my shoes that I can't fill The hole in my heart that I can't fill The cold in my bones that keeps coming in The cold in my heart that spreads over my skin It slows me down slows me to a stop Grinds me to a halt brings me to the blacktop “If I change the way I look at things The things I look at might change” They might change That I stop, time waits for no one Sometimes the time it takes is the speed of sound Loud to crack stone, buck the weight of this world To stand on my own, strength enough to stand alone From my side, I pull these thorns and I'm reborn Born against, born against