when the party’s over - Billie Eilish (slowed & echo)

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when the party’s over - Billie Eilish
slowed & echo

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Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'
Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer (call me back)
And I'll call you when the party's over
Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own
And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Yeah, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
But nothin' is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go
Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

breezyhubo

Straight wheezing at the skeletons expression

"COME NOW STACY! OFF WE GO TO BONETOWN!"

FluffysGrim

I'm sorry the skelly looks so happy I can't take it seriously lol

ModeratelyCool

Overplayed or not this song still hits hard

anonymouslyunknown

First part makes me really cry everytime 😢

zuzuschannel

I miss my grandparents they always taught us to love each other as you love yourself 😢

LoataMaikoro-vhty

*Realistic dream*

Partir.
M’envoler sans rien leur dire.
Cette pensée bouffe l'intérieur de mon corps,
Comme une tumeur poussant à la mort.

Fuir,
Un monde plein de cruauté,
Nous le sommes tous à la fin, n’est ce pas ?
Cruels, Odieux, Racistes, Égoïstes,
Voilà ce que nous sommes,
Et je refuse d’en être témoin,
Rien ne me freine, personne ne me rattrapera dans ma chute,
Même si je l’ai espéré à une période révolue,
Pourtant qui suis-je pour eux ?
Une âme errante dans son absolu: Invisible,
Et mon père qui me soufflait que je suis invincible,
Aujourd’hui, elles m’ont souillées,

Des mains dans mon dos telles des traces indélébiles,
Et mes maux de tête comme une guerre sans fin,
Combattre est devenu vain,
Et les ricanement remontant ma bile,

Partir ou rester ?

Et puis la sonnerie retentit,
Mettant fin à cette partie,
Enfin mon cauchemar est fini.
Mais il m’est familier, trop familier.

houdazdaidat

ESSA! exatamente essa música que entra na alma e rasga, muito boa acabei de tropeçar na rua e cair de cara no chão quando começou a tocar, muito boa, boa dms!

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