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• Artiste: Ben Christophers
• Titre: Losing Myself
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The trees are swaying in their pink noise up on the hill Today's the day to remember always It's three o'clock and the sun is as warm as warm can be And I hear the church bells over the city As if by magic you and me were there again Then I remembered how you smiled if I was mocking you Someone's playing music And it's swimming from that window sill We stood there listening But I was thinking more about holding your hand What does it all come down to I'm losing myself There's scissors for voodoo in my mind I'm doing it my way I'm doing it my way The record player plays a lost soul for everyone And all the sirens fill the dead street thrillers Bring out the freak shows and the loveless for tomorrows news And I heard the church bells over the city And I said Are you shading in my mind? What does it all come down to I'm losing myself There's scissors for voodoo in my mind I'm doing it my way I'm doing it my way