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INTERPRÉTATION
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James Shaw
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Chant
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Piano
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
James Shaw
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Hannah Mee
Composition
Philip Strand
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As I mourn a loss and contemplate
A melancholy heavyweight
You're gone, feels wrong
With your mental state in stalemate
I watch you slowly slip away
You're gone, feels wrong
I wish you had the memories that I still hold so close
Unjust disease a robbery of everything you know
I swear this house isn't hollow
But the walls are refusing to speak
Where you go I can't follow
Gotta let you rest in peace
(I won't forget ya)
Gotta let you rest in peace
(I know I won't forget ya)
Forgotten faces you once knew
They blend into your blurry point of view
So sad but true
I would carry all the burden whole to halve the load
And help you come back home
Please come back home
I can't surmise you recognise my father at your door
If we don't laugh we'd surely cry
You're lost and nevermore
And I'm afraid of tomorrow when we live on time that is borrowed
Your legacy will live with me til our next hello
I swear this house isn't hollow
But the walls are refusing to speak
Where you go I can't follow
Gotta let you rest in peace
So into the void you go
I surrender to all my beliefs
Coz where you go I can't follow
Gotta let you rest in peace
(I won't forget ya)
(I know I won't forget ya)
I swear this house isn't hollow
But the walls are refusing to speak
Where you go I can't follow
Gotta let you rest in peace
There's a call to the void
There's a call to the void
There's a call to the void
Writer(s): Hannah Jade Mee, James Alexander Shaw
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