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I never know what to put for genre, so I always put experimental. This song was written some years back when I felt like music had broken up with me. Nothing was working
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Lyrics
Once upon the end of a love story
One small world was drowned in it's misery
A dancer lost her feet and a writer lost his thoughts, a singer lost her voice and a sculptor lost his hands and a dancer lost his feet and a writer lost her thoughts a singer lost his voice and a sculptor lost her hands.
Long ago, a song began too beautiful
There it grew and there away it flew
A dancer lost her feet and a writer lost his thoughts, a singer lost her voice and a sculptor lost his hands and a dancer lost his feet and a writer lost her thoughts a singer lost his voice and a sculptor lost her hands.
And it slips from me like a rolling wave
And I cannot hold tightly
Once we held a song
Now I sing alone and it bruises so gently
A dancer lost her feet and a writer lost his thoughts, a singer lost her voice and a sculptor lost his hands and a dancer lost his feet and a writer lost her thoughts a singer lost his voice and a sculptor lost her hands.
And it slips from me like a rolling wave
And I cannot hold tightly
Once we held a song
Now I sing alone and it bruises so gently
One small world was drowned in it's misery
A dancer lost her feet and a writer lost his thoughts, a singer lost her voice and a sculptor lost his hands and a dancer lost his feet and a writer lost her thoughts a singer lost his voice and a sculptor lost her hands.
Long ago, a song began too beautiful
There it grew and there away it flew
A dancer lost her feet and a writer lost his thoughts, a singer lost her voice and a sculptor lost his hands and a dancer lost his feet and a writer lost her thoughts a singer lost his voice and a sculptor lost her hands.
And it slips from me like a rolling wave
And I cannot hold tightly
Once we held a song
Now I sing alone and it bruises so gently
A dancer lost her feet and a writer lost his thoughts, a singer lost her voice and a sculptor lost his hands and a dancer lost his feet and a writer lost her thoughts a singer lost his voice and a sculptor lost her hands.
And it slips from me like a rolling wave
And I cannot hold tightly
Once we held a song
Now I sing alone and it bruises so gently
With a little taste of Mike Oldfield and you sounds like Maggie Reilly.
I only have a littel criticism the start! you can here noise and at the end
it's a noise...With a new Remix of this Lovely tune and I'm sure it's came to
be perfect.
Skean