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Brat Star - Ableton 10
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Текст песни: Sometimes I feel like my only friends
Are Apple headphones and
Ableton 10
Spend my time pacifying myself
Turning wine into water
So I can just pretend
Lying down staring at the clouds for hours
Asking will I or won't I
Feel this cursed forever
The only way through it is to get in character
Something for one of the clusters of culture
Is she the type to have a heart as the caption for a picture
Or is she in a band, raising funds on Kickstarter
A student or a model serving tea behind a counter
Or is she a serial killer serving heads on a platter
Or is she a head, collecting vintage movie posters
Is she anchored down like a gun in a holster
Or is she living downtown with a stock broker
Rinsing him blind in a fresh pair of Red Octobers
Whoever they are I know they could simply never walk
One hundred meters in my dirty Hoka sneakers
Boys linking in the studio to make bangers
I'm just in the corner writing piano shredders
I'm so angry but also I'm tired
It's a miracle I was able to put these words down
I'm so angry but nobody wants my anger
So I spend my time pacifying myself
So I can be a
Reasonably OK person to be around
I've been a dumb and an overachiever
A waitress and a DJ and a cool girl and a lawyer
I've been so many things
Fighting like this is Sparta
Been so many things
Must have 300 personas
So I lie down stare at the clouds for hours
Asking will I or won't I
Feel this cursed forever
The only way through it is to get in character
Are Apple headphones and
Ableton 10
Spend my time pacifying myself
Turning wine into water
So I can just pretend
Lying down staring at the clouds for hours
Asking will I or won't I
Feel this cursed forever
The only way through it is to get in character
Something for one of the clusters of culture
Is she the type to have a heart as the caption for a picture
Or is she in a band, raising funds on Kickstarter
A student or a model serving tea behind a counter
Or is she a serial killer serving heads on a platter
Or is she a head, collecting vintage movie posters
Is she anchored down like a gun in a holster
Or is she living downtown with a stock broker
Rinsing him blind in a fresh pair of Red Octobers
Whoever they are I know they could simply never walk
One hundred meters in my dirty Hoka sneakers
Boys linking in the studio to make bangers
I'm just in the corner writing piano shredders
I'm so angry but also I'm tired
It's a miracle I was able to put these words down
I'm so angry but nobody wants my anger
So I spend my time pacifying myself
So I can be a
Reasonably OK person to be around
I've been a dumb and an overachiever
A waitress and a DJ and a cool girl and a lawyer
I've been so many things
Fighting like this is Sparta
Been so many things
Must have 300 personas
So I lie down stare at the clouds for hours
Asking will I or won't I
Feel this cursed forever
The only way through it is to get in character
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