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Intro
02:55
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2. |
Never Over
06:07
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I started out
Overflowing with it
Now I’m older and I feel I can’t admit
When it’s over
No, it’s never over
It’s like carrying around a bowl of water
All them people banging into me and
Spilling myself on the floor
Kicking around myself on the floor
Sometimes we’d all just walk away
Dump it out among the waste
My glass was tainted from the start
And now it cracks and falls apart
I ended up
Another cog in the wheel.
“Do what you’re told
even if it means that it’s over.”
No, it’s never over
Sometimes we’d all just walk away
Dump it out among the waste
My glass was tainted from the start
And now it cracks and falls apart
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3. |
Ghost in the House
07:49
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I’m not moving away
But I wasn’t meant to stay
My home left me years ago
Gone like the wind and the skipping stones
I’ll be with you every night and day
I’ll live with you in a silent way
What better way to be lost
As another ghost in the house
Echoes in the halls
Are teaching me how to crawl
Sends me back to the better years
Reminds us both we were living here
I’ll be with you every night and day
I’ll live with you in a silent way
What better way to be lost
As another ghost in the house
Forever Again
There’s no ink for my pen
Read my story – it takes its toll
Breathe some life in this withered soul
I’ll be with you every night and day
I’ll live with you in a silent way
What better way to be lost
As another ghost in the house
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4. |
Grown Cold
04:17
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So what can I say?
I’m finally walking away
My debt is paid
and my soul’s been saved
There’s no life without love
There’s no help from above
And my heart is old
Because my love’s grown cold
I want my heart back
It’s collecting dust
Take it off that shelf where it was
Left to rust
And I will keep my heart by my side
from now on
Now I know why we leave
There’s only give – no receive
My well is dry
You even took the tears I cried
I want my heart back
It’s collecting dust
Take it off that shelf where it was
Left to rust
And I will keep my heart by my side
from now on
There’s no live without love
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5. |
Trust
04:38
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Oh, heaven
How my mind reels
I don’t trust a soul
But you know how that feels
My dilemma
Let you guard down.
Be mindful and beware of
how it feels when you hit the ground
I can’t even look at them
I can’t even stand to be
Binded but free
Touch but can’t see
You can’t trust me
Believe me
My Dilemna
Share it with me
I need something strong
To fill this void I see
I can’t even look at them
I can’t even stand to be
Binded but free
Touch but can’t see
You can’t trust me
Believe me
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6. |
Life of Violence
05:57
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You don’t even know my name
You curse the day I was born just the same
Knives out for a friendly inquire
Ready the guns. Don’t wait to open fire
We all see
Lives of violence
We all lead
Lives of violence
I can’t forget there’s no going back
I’m deaf, dumb and blind to each...
I can’t forget there’s no going back
I’m deaf, dumb and blind to each attack
We all see
Lives of violence
We all lead
Lives of violence
I can’t even forgive myself
I’m turning into the coals left by the fire
Sum of your parts and nothing more
You barely leave a shadow on the floor
We all lead
Lives of violence
We all see
Lives of violence
We all lead
Lives of violence
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BrokenTwigs Montreal, Québec
Broken Twigs est né de la rencontre d’un québécois anglophone et d’un français (de France) qui n’aime pas le fromage. Nos
mellowdies racontent ce qui nous animent et nous touchent.
Broken Twigs was born out of the meeting between an Anglophone Quebecer and a French (from France) who does not like cheese. Our mellowdies speak about what is driving and touching us.
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