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I’ll never make promises again And if I do, please slap me hard
I’m too tired to play these games I’ll never make promises again
It’s never worth it and anyway They never last more than a day
Hold me so dear while I shake this disease
When I curl like an embryo again
But if you choose to be free well it is plain to see
I will not be waiting again

Life flows like sand in my hands Let it flow down like a river
To the sea of disappointment Cause every promise ever made
Was only fulfilled by betrayal Deception and slow decay
I have no more stories to tell I told a million times before
And now I’m parched like a dead bone There’s always something you could say
Something standing in the way But in the end there’s hell to pay
Hold me so dear while I shake this disease
When I curl again in shame and disarray
Hold me so dear when I get to the point
Where I can’t see myself in the mirror

When I lie wide awake And I’m feeling homesick
again

Gather what remains and take me back where I belong
Where the moon makes our shadows long
The stupid stuff you say when you don’t think twice
I’m about to pay for it all
I lied to myself like I did with everybody else
And I guess I’m just way too far gone and out
Hold me so dear while I shake this disease
And I shed the old skin I used to brag about

When I lie wide awake And I’m feeling homesick
again

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from Thy Grace & Wisdom, released October 1, 2017
Words & music Laurent Leemans

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The Imaginary Suitcase Nivelles, Belgium

Folk/singer-songwriter duo led by a grumpy Belgian guy voicing his considerations about life, death, and the confusing bits inbetween.

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