A lyric I wrote about 3 years ago...
She was down, she was cold
She had nothing in her little bowl
She did carry, carry around
For a minute she invented a sound
It got stolen, her only beat
Now she's tired and everything between
She heard a voice, reminds her of Springsteen
But it was darker, it was insane
Now she's dying out here in the rain
Tired city, empty lights
Resurrection in the middle of the nights
Forbidden sins and cigarettes
A million faces we never forget
They find her body on august 8
It had passed a month. I guess they where late
This world didn't accept her cravings
Now she's in a place where she don't need any savings
Tired city, empty lights
Resurrection in the middle of the nights
Forbidden sins and cigarettes
A million faces we never forget
Words by Gronlund
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Written on 2007-06-13 at 06:12
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Sounded like Springsteen
She was down, she was cold
She had nothing in her little bowl
She did carry, carry around
For a minute she invented a sound
It got stolen, her only beat
Now she's tired and everything between
She heard a voice, reminds her of Springsteen
But it was darker, it was insane
Now she's dying out here in the rain
Tired city, empty lights
Resurrection in the middle of the nights
Forbidden sins and cigarettes
A million faces we never forget
They find her body on august 8
It had passed a month. I guess they where late
This world didn't accept her cravings
Now she's in a place where she don't need any savings
Tired city, empty lights
Resurrection in the middle of the nights
Forbidden sins and cigarettes
A million faces we never forget
Words by Gronlund
Read 693 times
Written on 2007-06-13 at 06:12
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