1. |
broken again
04:27
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one day it will come
the naked truth for all
this is plain and bright
the great dive in the dark
one day it’s here
this was meant to be
when we hit the ground
this pain is obscene
for everyone around
yet, i can’t cope
do you think i should let go
everything i wanna know
as we grow it can’t be worse
or should we see life as a curse
i could spend my time alone
build myself a shell to rest
but hell is what we truly own
with those wounds we can’t reject
don’t forget to talk to me
cause
my lack of sleep and appetite is just for
you who can’t decide
if it’s really worth
saving ourselves,
yeah
would you love me if i
took the risk to love you
despite the hurt deep inside
would you take it too
don’t forget to talk to me
cause
my lack of sleep and appetite is just for
you who can’t decide
if it’s really worth
saving ourselves,
yeah
and don’t forget to hold me tight
my lack of calm and confidence is just for
you who can’t decide
if it’s really worth
loving ourselves
when i’m broken
broken again
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2. |
single mother
03:37
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single mother
no, i don’t have a car
but i can talk
like the man you’re waiting for
you think i’m not so tough
everything i do is not enough
since your boy’s gone, you raised the bar
since your boy’s gone, you blame us all
could you swipe me to the right
everything i miss, you miss it too
take this another chance to find love
with anyone that you first removed
you still go on many dates
everything i do is always dull
since your boy’s left, you don’t play fair
since your boy’s left, you just don’t care
could you say a few kind words
everything i want, you want it too
take it as a new chance to find love
with anyone that you first shut out
single mother
no, i don’t have a car
but i can drive
like the dad you never had
single mother
no, i don’t have a car
but i can talk
like the man you’re waiting for
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3. |
rusty (piano version)
06:49
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my heart is nothing more
than a rusty box
filled with photographs that ache
at every mistake
nothing more than that
my faith is a trap
nothing else makes me this frail
will i ever see you fail
nothing else will stay
but a rusty box
no one else survives
the shades in your eyes
i believe there’s no solace
for those born without your grace
my face is nothing more
than a barren land
cursed by your ghost who can’t leave
when i’m still deceived
no one else to blame
your love was a fake
nothing more than that, baby
will i ever see your shame
where did you take it away
yeah, where did you take it away
oh, where did you take it away
where did you take it away
why did you take it away
this air i was meant to breathe
oh, why did you take it away
this dream i was meant to live
no, there’s nothing,
nothing i want
wanna keep from you
there’s nothing
but a rusty,
rusty box
no, there’s nothing,
nothing i want
wanna keep from you
there’s nothing,
nothing but a
rusty box
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4. |
laure
04:50
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a sudden burst of blood
and you fell on the floor
sure, he tried his best to
save the love, yeah
save you, laure
thirty-seven years old
and you cruelly left
this goal you both reached
before they put
you on life support
we were just colleagues
and barely said hi
now i can’t believe that
it’s time for goodbyes
thirty-seven years old
and you cruelly left
this home you both built
before they chose
to switch you off
mother, sister, daughter
i only knew your pain
mother, sister, daughter
you've really gone too soon
was your brand new smile
way too, way too bright
after leaving all your
sad faces
to the past
were you spreading too much
light since you gave birth
to your baby boys
who will have to
grow without you
mother, sister, daughter
i only knew your pain
mother, sister, daughter
you've really gone too soon
mother, sister, daughter
i only knew your pain
mother, sister, daughter
you've really gone too soon
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Rosalyn Lausanne, Switzerland
Acoustic side project of Frédéric Aellen, singer and guitarist of The View Electrical.
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