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• Artiste: Steve Morell
• Titre: Loneliness
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Loneliness across this land We walk the line hand in hand Covered in a vacuum of love Touched by a golden glove Separated life's ouPr game The price you pay for beeing in fame Cold days, hot nights Art doesn't know human rights Loneliness means holiness Loneliness is the only dress You might say it means emptiness For us it feels like happiness You listen up, to the way we talk you are watching down the way we walk creating dreams that you might follow so realize they're all made of sorrow Separated life's our game The price you pay for beeing in fame Cold days, hot nights Art doesn't know human rights Loneliness means holiness Loneliness is the only dress You might say it means emptiness For us it feels like happiness Loneliness across this land We walk the line hand in hand Covered in a vacuum of love Touched by a golden glove You listen up, to the way we talk you're watching down to the way we walk creating dreams that you might follow so realize they're all made of sorrow Separated life's our game The price you pay for beeing in fame Cold days, hot nights Art doesn't know human rights every night we hang out restless music's the answer, I see no question sometimes it feels like I'm breaking down lights and voices all around