Matt Holubowski | Extrait de concert

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Say you want to be my muse You don′t really get to choose You're the gloom beneath the cloud Somewhere else than I am now Oh, love Hope′s a wicked thing to know When you think it's all a joke Call me mister cynical Diogenes into the fold, I suppose That it feels better to be well Than in love's audit It feels better when you know that You′ve got it all under control Where′s the way out, where's the door? I can′t stay here, I abhor it Walk to safety, run to freedom The separation works for me And for you That it feels better to be well Than in love's audit It feels better when you know that You′ve got it all under control Love the impossible ghost How'd you come, and where′d you go? Finders keepers, that was the rule Oh, why'd you have to be so cruel? That it feels better to be well Than in love's audit It feels better when you know that You′ve got it all under control That it feels better to be well Than in love′s audit It feels better when you know that You've got it all under control