Cover di Sewed Soles

Sewed Soles
Album - 31 ottobre 2005 - Debaser id 302617

di The Greenhornes

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It's Not Real (03:32)
The Greenhornes • Sewed Soles
Twisted finger, you drag me down
You?re so strange well, traps my mind
It?s an evil from within
Alone in darkness, a terror begins

On the floor
I can?t move
I can?t see
I can?t breathe
It?s not real (x 4)

Swirling laughter stabs my ears
Lost forever on that tempting shore
It?s a darkness that grows inside
Fading picture that haunts my mind

On the floor
I can?t move
I can?t see
I can?t breathe
It?s not real (x 4)

Twisted finger, you drag me down
You?re so strange well, traps my mind
It?s an evil from within
Alone in darkness, a terror begins

On the floor
I can?t move
I can?t see
I can?t breathe
It?s not real (x 4)
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Hold Me (03:50)
The Greenhornes • Sewed Soles
Come on and hold me now, baby
A little tighter now, oh yeah

Don't you say maybe
Put your arms around me now

Whisper to me, baby
A little softer now, oh yeah

Whisper to me one more time
Yeah

Come on and show me now, baby
A little kindness here, oh yeah

Don't you see me crying
Every night, I'm dying

Whisper to me, baby
A little softer now, oh yeah

Whisper to me, I said one more time
Yeah

Come on and kiss me now, baby
A little softer now, oh yeah

I said squeeze me now, baby
A little tighter now, oh yeah

Don't you say maybe
Put your arms around me now

Whisper to me one more time
Yeah
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There Is an End (03:06)
The Greenhornes • Sewed Soles
(featuring: Holly Golightly)


(From Broken Flowers Soundtrack)

Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.

The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

I try to see through the disguise,
But the clouds were there,
Blocking out the sun (the sun).

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end.
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