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Paroles de la chanson I Am A Masterpiece par James Vincent Mcmorrow
I have a message
I have a message
Of endless perfect failure
So sweet you can't believe
You'll wanna write them down on your sleeve
(I have a message)
Of walking home at midnight
And feeling ten feet tall
Of missing love you hang from the wall
(I have a message)
And all of the time
That we consumed to try and make
The delicate lie
You tell yourself that nothing changes
And it's like I told you
The minute that we first met
Some people have style
That usually they have regret
(I have a message)
Of endless blooming Sundays
Suspended in the trees
Now falling fast asleep at your feet
(I have a message)
Of opening new head wounds
For the old aren't even clean
Enough packing flowers in their every single scene
(I have a message)
And it's like I told you
The minute that we first met
Some people have style
That usually they have regret
(I have a message)
Of endless blooming Sundays
Suspended in the trees
Now falling fast asleep at your feet
(I have a message)
Of opening new head wounds
For the old aren't even clean
Enough packing flowers in their every single scene
(I have a message)
And the neighbors next door are in their garden, screaming
They're so humbled from
The way the world, it hurts their feelings
And it's like I told you
The second that we first embraced
Some people have style
That usually means they have no taste
Do you still see yourself in East L.A?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
The smell of weed and slow gentrification
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
And every single part of me that wants to drown
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Is every part of you that turns to help me out
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
They're so humbled from
The way the world, it hurts their feelings
And it's like I told you
The second that we first embraced
Some people have style
That usually means they have no taste
Do you still see yourself in East L.A?
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
The smell of weed and slow gentrification
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
And every single part of me that wants to drown
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Is every part of you that turns to help me out
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(I have a message)
Of slow collasping sunlight
That ends another day
Of waiting for the next one to start again
(I have a message)
Of laying underneath you
A stolen river of drugs
Of being close enough that we almost touch
Of slow collasping sunlight
That ends another day
Of waiting for the next one to start again
(I have a message)
Of laying underneath you
A stolen river of drugs
Of being close enough that we almost touch
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