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Ben Howard
Ben Howard
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Chris Bond
Chris Bond
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India Bourne
India Bourne
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Ben Howard
Ben Howard
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Chris Bond
Chris Bond
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Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
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Oh, blinded, now I see that I Could not hold you My orange tree left in the darkened Room for three of us to share Oh, maybe you were free before my Blackened wind covered you I took the sing from your song I made a bed Where you don't belong Oh poor me, she fell beneath the wheels to help me up Black Sea, I failed to be a light you found in love Oh poor me, she fell beneath the wheels to help me up Black Sea, the monster killed the melody you loved Now, I'm going places on my own Blinded, now I see the death moves amongst us And with such ease arrived to surround us These silent beasts are hard to bear Lonely, oh no not me I have a grave to dig Fast moving feet, you gave me light Where it once was gone I made a bed Where you don't belong Poor me, she fell beneath the wheels to help me up Black Sea, I failed to be the light you found in love Oh poor me, she fell beneath the wheels to help me up Black Sea, the monster killed the melody you loved Now, I'm going places on my own
Writer(s): Benjamin John Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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