
Family Line
Conan Gray
…I can run, but I can't hide From my family line From my family line…
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Conan Gray
…I can run, but I can't hide From my family line From my family line…

Hayley Williams
…Eldest daughters never miss their chances To learn the hardest lessons again and again…

Elis Regina
…Não quero lhe falar, meu grande amor Das coisas que aprendi nos discos…
You'll Never Get to Heaven
…Drop by drop Fall apart too soon…

Kelly Clarkson
…Because of you I'm ashamed of my life, because it's empty Because of you…

Ethel Cain
…Dancing right there in the grass I was too young to notice That some types of love could be bad…

Olivia Rodrigo
…I knew a boy, once when I was small A towhead blond with eyes of salt He played the drum in the marching band…

Black Box Recorder
…My parents welcomed me with loving arms But within an hour were back at each others throats Normal, happy childhood back on course…

Shiva
…Che lo terrai per te e me lo metterai contro Hai tutti i perché per non volermi più attorno Son stato capace a amarti fin da quel primo giorno…

Fall Out Boy
…And here's the frozen proof I could scream forever We are the poisoned youth…

Melanie Martinez
…And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup He's still dead when you're done with the bottle Of course, it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle…

Sublime
…Salty tears running down to her chin And it ruins up her makeup And never wan' give…
Ninajirachi
…The man without a head On my screen, I saw him When I was four and ten…

Billy Joel
…Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio…

Noah Kahan
…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…
Zach Bryan
…So, pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em And plenty nights under pink skies…

Bad Wolves
…In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their drones…

Mother Mother
…Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot and the other got lost in Drugs and punks and blood on the street…
ABBA
…Slipping through my fingers all the time Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time…