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from Alex Parks - Introduction (2004)
There's nothing left for me to do
just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around I can't help falling down is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the weight of stones & feathers I'm not myself maybe I'm never just like tear that fades away just like a word I can't express or can't explain a thousand voices in my brain I wish they'd comfort me instead it's torturing is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the way I'm made to measure I'm not myself maybe I'm never when all is said and done I confess I've had enough is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a chill that lasts forever I'm not myself maybe I'm never is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a break in heavy weather I'm not myself maybe I'm never |
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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
Today my bird flew away
gone to find her big blue jay Starlight before she took flight I sung a lullaby of bird land everynight i sang a lullaby every night sung for my Ava every night Ava was the morning, now she's gone she's reborn like Sarah Vaughan In the sanctuary she has found birds surround her sweet sound and Ava flies in paradise and Ava flies in paradise With dread I woke in my bed two shooting pains up in my head Lovebird, my beautiful bird Spoke until one day she couldn't be heard she spoke until one day she couldn't be heard and she just stopped singing Ava was the morning, now she's gone she's reborn like Sarah Vaughan In her sanctuary she has found birds surround her sweet sound and Ava flies in paradise and Ava flies in paradise |
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