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• Artiste: Julia Marcell
• Titre: The Story
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I remember there's a story Of a woman sentenced to death She called up her kids and husband Said “I won't come home today And I won't come home tomorrow No, I won't come on Saturday And I won't get there on Christmas No, I won't come on Mother's Day” So they burned all her belongings To kill loneliness when night falls And the room they used to sleep in Stood there blushing from the naked walls And in every dress thrown in a fire He would want her more than he ever did And with every ruby lipstick He felt trapped in his own guilt So he wrote and awkward letter From the bottom of his fragile heart “See, I never thought I loved you But the silence tore me apart With your death in all its glory There's no time for me to live” I remember there's a story Of a man sentenced to Grieve (x4) (Thanks to Michelle for these lyrics)