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• Artiste: Gregory Page
• Titre: Knife in My Chest
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By the light of the moon My heart's breaking in two. On the ground, I lie pretending to die, An awful nightmare has come true. The one thing that you left, A photograph on the desk Of us laughing on holiday, A bright shiny summer's day Now is a knife in my chest. Birds sing a sad song. Stars from the sky. Like the roots of a rose, I hide What a dreamer I am. Love was right in my hand. Only myself to blame, From my eyes now it rains, Swimming alone in my dreamland. Birds sing a sad song. Stars fade from the sky. Like the roots of a rose, I hide. Someday you might wake to find That your heart has grown colder than snow, And there's no one around you And life has passed by you and now you are old. Birds sing a sad song. Stars fade from the sky. Like the roots of a rose, I hide.