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• Artiste: Ali Whitton
• Titre: Lost Cause
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A sparkled glaze settles secretly On the streets and fields whilst you sleep In a ghost town chimes the midnight hour As the chill takes grip of me I drive back home in a calm distress Although there's nothing really waiting there Except a bottle and an empty bed And a few more stale cigarettes for me I'm feeling like a lost cause A pointless waste of skin and bones The more I need you darling The more I push you further from my arms Well isn't love a pain sometimes So intricate and agonized When it's longing isn't consolded at all With her body and her mind Stirring every sense until Provoking chemicals that will Skulk into my brain tonight And make me feel something positive again I'm feeling like a lost cause A pointless waste of skin and bones The more I need you darling The more I push you further from my arms