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Wintershome - Letters lyrics

Artist: Wintershome

album: Mona Lisa


It's always the same
I 'm running out of ink after writing to you
So many lines I wrote down, down, down
All that I aim oh oh
Is to make you happy
But maybe I am
Just making it worse
I send you a hundred letters
It's nine in the evening I'm awaiting yours
I have a hunger, hunger
I'll give up when all the paper is gone
Maybe they're flying
All over the globe did they make it to you?
Somehow I hope this is true
All that I aim oh oh
Is to make you happy
But maybe I am
Just making it worse
I send you a hundred letters
It's nine in the evening I'm awaiting yours
I have a hunger, hunger
I'll give up when all the paper is gone, gone, gone
It's been a while now
Do I still belong here
I'm in this house
Without you for a long year
You're out of reach
But I still believe
That I belong here
Cause you belong here to
Been a while now
Do I still belong here
I'm in this house
Without you for a long year
You're out of reach
But I still believe
That I belong here
Cause you belong here to
I send you a hundred letters
It's nine in the evening I'm awaiting yours
I have a hunger, hunger
I'll give up when all the paper is gone

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