En média : Michael Kiwanuka - Cold Little Heart (album version)

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Once again this persisting, squeaky lie;

As any short-lived trend it will just die

I have pondered – without any answers -

Alone always, I do not need others.

Why would I keep searching for what is lost?

My name is absent from all of this post

You can burn it all, I could not care less

All that matters is that I am spineless.

Ah! Yes. I have no power, and no will

Always bed-ridden and so very ill

There is no cure, there is no salvation

Please put away your miracle lotion.

Let me suffer, there is no open ear

To my vain words. Just let me disappear!

Weary, wandering this earthly surface

I will flee – soon – without leaving a trace.

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