paroles de chanson Chelsea - Phoebe Bridgers
For
a
chemical
imbalance,
you
sure
know
how
to
ride
a
train
Your
revolution
is
a
deathbed,
and
the
music
is
your
maid
When
someone
comes
a-knockin'
with
a
needle
on
a
tray
Only
your
lonesome
lies
beside
you
For
you
told
me
not
to
stay
You
are
somebody's
baby
Some
mother
held
you
near
No,
it's
not
important
They're
just
pretty
words,
my
dear
There
is
no
distraction
that
can
make
me
disappear
No,
there's
nothing
that
won't
remind
you
I
will
always
be
right
here
And
you
spit
the
blood
back
Split
the
blood
back,
baby
I'm
amazed
that
you're
alright
Oh,
so
long,
prison
boy
I
won't
be
home
with
you
tonight
We're
both
very
sick
Our
muscles
are
worn
down
It's
as
if
we
are
one-hundred
Know
I
won't
still
be
around
Because
I've
fallen
Yes,
I've
fallen
right
into
the
love
I've
found
Long
before
I
reach
one-hundred
I'll
have
fallen
to
the
ground
And
for
generations
They'll
romance
us,
make
us
more
Or
much
less
than
ever
was
before
The
Chelsea
and
the
floor
Make
us
stand
before
the
masses
Like
two
speakers
for
the
poor
When
there
was
no
revolution
Nothing
we
were
fighting
for
And
you
spit
the
blood
back
Split
the
blood
back,
baby
I'm
amazed
that
you're
alright
Oh,
so
long,
prison
boy
I
won't
be
home,
I
won't
be
home
I
won't
be
home
with
you
tonight
And
you
can
call
the
service
bell
When
we
stay
at
the
Chelsea
hotel
And
I'll
stay
out
of
my
own
hell
Oh,
so
long,
prison
boy
I
won't
be
home,
I
won't
be
home
I
won't
be
home
with
you
tonight
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