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Broken Strings
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this one needs a violin
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gloomy, pretty, unrefined, valium-speed chick rock
my first reviewer called it "a foundation for a dark, shadowy rock opera that someone would listen to while drinking a bottle of wine and contemplating jumping off a bridge". she wouldn't tell me whether or not they'd jump.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #277
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
Michelle Rogers
Rights
Michelle Rogers
Uploaded
February 18, 2005
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MP3
MP3 2.0 MB 128 kbps 2:09
Lyrics
I thought we'd age more gracefully than this, that the opaque of innocence would have tarnished less. Instead, a sin-lined mouth and conscience The way I kiss and the way my eyes are set I'm not even human I'd stay alive for the shine of the miracles If I hadn't squandered all my valuables. The light comes from the ground now; the moon shows me Gathering dust, propped up against your feet. If that was my life, then this is my suicide. We've been playing symphonies on broken strings, Sending melodies to heaven on undisguised black wings... I've been thinking too many things I'm better off not saying. When winter came for you I turned Picasso blue, Bruised and bent up playing for you, I never left that room.
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