Rejoint: avr. 2022
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This is Berlin’s Take My Breath Away rewritten to illustrate Arizona’s criminal amount of draft picks over the next three drafts.
Watching every motion in my foolish player's game
Launching all these rodents, a metaphor for contract shame
Turning and returning all the returns I’ve received
Watching in slow motion as I turn around and say
Take my picks away
Take my picks away
Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating picks
Never really hesitating to accrue too much of it
Turning and returning all the returns I’ve received
Watching in slow motion as I turn to you and say
My guy, take my picks away
Through the hourglass, I saw me
In time, I slipped away
When the mirror crashed, I call me
And turned to hear you say
If only for today, I am unafraid
Take my picks away
Take my picks away
Watching every motion in this foolish player's game
Haunted by the notion that these picks burden and pain
Turning and returning all the returns I’ve received
Watching in slow motion as I turn this way and say
Take my picks away
My guy, take my picks away
My guy, take my picks away
My guy, take my picks away