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Mina Richman
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Mina Richman
Composição
Friedrich Schnorr von Carolsfeld
Composição
Alexander Mau
Composição
Leon Brames
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Tobias Siebert
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Letra
I feel homesick
To a place I barely know
Orange blossom trees in the streets
Of my Childhood memories
Grow up you say
And I ask myself
Am I not good enough?
Life's tough and I seek joy in the little things
While I'm still mourning all the days
I wish I could have been
A child, I was just a child
My grandfather's body cold and white
I feel homesick
To a place I barely know
Orange blossom trees in the streets of my childhood memories
I feel homesick
To a place I carried around
All my life
It's been keeping me alive
Grow Up!
Can you put the games aside and get a nine to five?
To grow up, don't I need nourishment?
Yet I'm still feeling pain in my scarred body
Too often starved body
Carved into what people want to see in me Body
Hollow, thin, pale, scared
Skin brittle body bare
Touched, Objectified
Ownership in my own right
Sexualized
Held, pushed, shamed
Fugitive in chains
Referee, woman kept to be unfree
The woman I am now
I'm proud to be
Homesick
To a place I barely know
Orange blossom trees in the streets
Of my childhood memories
I feel homesick to this place I barely know
These very same streets
Run red from the blood of women and children longing to be free
Ooh
What is this home?
Where is this home?
Ooh
My mother grew this body from her body occupied by me
Made her my home
Gave me her own
Helped me to care for my body
Broken bone body
Generational, knowledge, trauma, features
Nose inherited
We call a mole a mother's mark
My father kissed the bruises better when I had fallen
Get up azizam he'd call me
Writer(s): Alexander Mau, Friedrich Schnorr Von Carolsfeld, Leon Brames, Mina Richman
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