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All Of Us - 10.000 Times All Of Us - 10.000 Times |
| Storm will bring rain,
water will freeze,
sunshine will melt the ice.
I have always been strong, I have always moved on,
followed signs from above, had a life of my own.
Now I’m thrown in the storm, where the chaos is born,
I am caught up alone in the cold.
I live the life of a phantom,
I’m a riddle etched in stone.
I’m restless and lost,
cannot feel my own bones.
Chorus:
For who I hold out in the rain?
Who could explain?
(Who is worth waiting for?)
For who I hold out in the storm if not for you?
I have always tried hard, just to stay on your charts,
followed signs from my heart, but with fear in my blood,
that I’m one day alone and you will not come home,
I’m thrown back to where I began.
Chorus:
For who I hold out in the rain if not for you?
For who do I face the storm, attacking my veins?
10.000 lies, 10.000 fights, 10.000 tries, ten- 10.000 times I was right.
I saw it in your eyes, the sparks they turned into ice.
10.000 lies, 10.000 fights, 10.000 tries, for 10.000 times I was right.
For who I hold out in the rain if not for you?
For who do I face the storm, attacking my veins?
Chorus:
For who I hold out in the rain?
Who could explain?
(Who is worth waiting for?)
For who I hold out in the storm if not for you?
At the NRJ awards 2007 I met a girl that I hadn’t seen for a long time.
She looked gorgeous.
Class, style and independence would be good adjectives for her business card. Her eyes and her smile are unique. Anyhow, since she left back home the following day, I haven’t been able to forget about her. Ever since I’ve carried her portrait in my head.
One week later - a phone call.
The girl I spoke with didn't sound like the optimistic and smiling beauty
I know from years back and that girl who occupied my mind during the entire previous week.
The person I spoke with was sad, desperate and close to giving up hope.
She sounded more pessimistic and more depressed than the darkest poem I had ever read.
It took a while before she was able to tell me the reason for her mood.
She told me her mother was really sick, lying in the hospital,
far away in her hometown and that the doctors were not optimistic about her future.
What made it even worse;
the girl didn’t have a chance to travel there to visit her mother,
due to financial reasons and her pre-scheduled working hours.
She was forced to wait for the next weekend, hoping that it wouldn’t be too late.
She believes in angels, she told me, quietly crying,
before she lost the strength to continue our phone call. |
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