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I grew up pretendin' sticks were little guns
I would point 'em at my dad and he'd get mad 'cos God forbid I hurt someone
I'd hurt anyone I could
Anyone who got too close and anyone who wouldn't look
I was born into a one-hundred-year storm
Foot of ice across Vermont
And in that dark and in that frost a heart was formed
Malcontented and unwarm
You were unsuspectin' not unwarned
That I'm the trouble ahead
That I scream in my sleep
You're puttin' money on red
I'm a sure bet at a losin' streak
I keep showin' you doors but you can't open them up 'cos it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look
I just live here babe but you're the one who decided to knock
You knocked
Have you ever stared directly at the sun
Have you ever shared some closeness, so exposed to have it spit back by someone
So forgive me if I jump
At the rattle of your keys
Oh are you leavin'
No babe I'm just wakin' up
And now what
I'm left starin' at the ceilin'
Listin' reasons you should pack all your shit up
That I'm the trouble ahead
That I scream in my sleep
You're puttin' money on red
I'm a sure bet at a losin' streak
I keep showin' you doors but you can't open them up 'cos it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look
I just live here babe but you're the one who decided to knock
You knocked
I'll be gone so long before the anger comes
I'll be only what you've known of me 'till now
Oh how I hope you're movin' on
'Cos I'm the trouble ahead
That I scream in my sleep
You're puttin' money on red
I'm a sure bet at a losin' streak
I keep showin' you doors but you can't open them up 'cos it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look
I just live here babe but you're the one
I just live here babe but you're the one
I just live here babe but you're the one
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Rendu célèbre par Noah Kahan
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Noah Kahan, Sam Westhoff
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Doors rendu célèbre par Noah Kahan









