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lisa mitchell - duchess of mess [unreleased] كلمات الأغنية

_this is an unreleased version of one of her official songs, time means nothing at all
link to listen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9v6bctl2ji

[verse]
do you know that i spend my days
walkin’ the streets and lanes
looking through window panes
in and out of quaint cafes
me and myself
we have an ongoing war
there is an ongoing love affair
giving up, keeping score
(oh_oh)

[verse]
well i hope that we find each other
before i lose myself
i hope that you get to me
before my own world (war?) does
see, me and myself
we have an ongoing war
there is an ongoing love affair
and i’ve given up, keeping score

[pre_chorus]
and time means nothing at all
and our minds are stronger than we give them credit for
distance means nothing at all
[chorus]
do you know who you’re dealin’ with
this is the d_ch_ss of mess
this (bright of? this sprite of?) loneliness
the patrons, (saints?) of long lost faith
tryna find the evidence, reason to this madness
musty towels and (their friends?) out under the bed

{verse]
well, our minds could be put on display
shelved in biographies
above the brandy case but they’re best shown in our bodies
my body is (?), a vessel tying my mind into (?)
together we are a person, we are the one you need

{verse]
i get lost in the avenues
(? i lie? i laugh?) by the (?)
rooftops of (?)
chim_chimeney_chim_chimeney_chim
i think that it’s time again, the great wall against my head
after living, you need a rest
slip under, please be my guest

[pre_chorus]
and time means nothing at all (oh, no)
our minds are stronger than we give them credit for
distance means nothing at all
[chorus]
do you know who you’re dealin’ with
this is the d_ch_ss of mess
this (bright of? this sprite of?) loneliness
the patrons, (saints?) of long lost faith
tryna find the evidence, reason to this madness
musty towels and (their friends?) out (hide?) under the bed

[outro]
sometimes i need to see
a knowing face in my own reflection
in your eyes, talk to me
our friday night, and hardly so many words
i’m alright

[outro continued_ overlapped singing/words]

- lisa mitchell

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