I can still hear the soft beat of the night.
the weight of the silence as we stood side by side,
the warmth of your hand as I tried to hold on,
I felt so fragile, but still played along.
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Beneath the damage, you can see …
Lying beneath the ashes of the mess I call my life,
you see me …
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Raindrops fall on the grassland underneath.
I’m self-absorbed by the hunger within me.
Standing barefoot, lurking beyond the heath,
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Eating away at my wellbeing,
I am strained by your absence.
In the depth of your emotion,
I can sense no more of a rapture.
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Dit hang aan jou lippe,
wat binne jou hart aan die broei is.
Slaan jou stom, jou reaksie krippel,
maar tog in twyfel glo jy dit.
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Pretty face, pretty heart.
Just a shame it’s ripped apart.
Such a waste, such a sham.
So the lion killed the lamb.
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If you’re a leave,
dangling from a branch in Autumn,
then I’m the tree.
I know the role, there’s not much to it,
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This is not the proper time
for me to lose all my nerves and play the fool again,
but you can make the stars go wild
and now you’re staring straight at me …
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I’ve been down this road so many times before.
Fall too hard and you’ll end up on the floor,
like a marionette with broken strings.
You cut my air, just like you cut my wings.
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Cast his spell on me,
like I want him to.
He knows I need to see
what this love can do.
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