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• Artiste: Provenance, The
• Titre: Listening
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That night it surfaced again,she'd felt closing in Like a hand of steel, bending the carefree neck Tightening so hard until she brake, free from fever, Free from everything, at least for now... The morning brike, sunbeams shattered her fear A new day dawning, but still the same Pounding headaches, the returning of fever Not having the strength to fight it off Her esteem for darkness tore her deep down As nighttime advanced, on the sl, stressful She's out cold, blank features, no movement -Come get me, I'm dying, please help me! Her eyes shine, they blind me, can't help her I listen, her heart stops, and I die with her I'm shivering, feverish, broken down by constant grief At nighttime I meander, blaming myself She became that hand of steel bending the carefree neck Tightening so hard I'm out cold, blanck features, no movement My eyes shine, I'm blinding, can't save me Don't want to, let me go, sleep away...