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like a daydream on a passengers seat
a short sequence of everything what could be
call it the end of the road, call it no-man’s-land
I only know, I didn’t want to come here
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
we’re in the middle of nowhere
nowhere
life’s passing by while we search for the sky
I can’t see clear, thoughts runnin around and around and around
driving through the fields and I wonder how
we can survive in the eye of the storm
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
the virus in our heart is hard to raze
resignation is written in the face
we’re broken deep inside
our failure to speak about the things we need
our wishes, hopes fears and dreams
there’s so much we’re trying to hide
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
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like a daydream on a passengers seat
a short sequence of everything what could be
call it the end of the road, call it no-man’s-land
I only know, I didn’t want to come here
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
we’re in the middle of nowhere
nowhere
life’s passing by while we search for the sky
I can’t see clear, thoughts runnin around and around and around
driving through the fields and I wonder how
we can survive in the eye of the storm
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
the virus in our heart is hard to raze
resignation is written in the face
we’re broken deep inside
our failure to speak about the things we need
our wishes, hopes fears and dreams
there’s so much we’re trying to hide
maybe love is just a losing game and we only started to fail
and we turned the pages much to slow
thought we know the road we go
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there’ s something
deep in my heart
like an anchor
in the deep wide blue
I know
I’m right
to let go of all
I can’t hold on to
and if the ghost of past
should come my way
I would ask him to stay to come over here
we will drink, sing and dance
we will wallow in memories
to celebrate and make our peace with the past
silence
is what I want
to slow down
to find peace
and peace is all
I need
to feel strong
to feel free
and if the ghost of past
should come my way
I would ask him to stay to come over here
we will drink, sing and dance
we will wallow in memories
to celebrate and make our peace with the past
peace with the past
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Ghost (Original)
04:40
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there’ s something
deep in my heart
like an anchor
in the deep wide blue
I know
I’m right
to let go of all
I can’t hold on to
and if the ghost of past
should come my way
I would ask him to stay to come over here
we will drink, sing and dance
we will wallow in memories
to celebrate and make our peace with the past
silence
is what I want
to slow down
to find peace
and peace is all
I need
to feel strong
to feel free
and if the ghost of past
should come my way
I would ask him to stay to come over here
we will drink, sing and dance
we will wallow in memories
to celebrate and make our peace with the past
peace with the past
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Rosa Schnee Germany
Music is love! Nothing else! And with love Rosa wrote her first album. An album about feelings which become melodies - Into the Pink - a frame of mind. A journey from valleys to mountains, love and sorrow, joy and grief, a journey to the inside. Rosa Schnee composes, writes, designs and Co-produces. With real instruments, heart's blood and joy. See you soon, into the Pink, Rosa Schnee ... more
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