I Was on the Back of a Nightingale
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Lyrics
I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king; Listening to the songs that you'd sing. Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes; We were blind from birth, until that night. Love grows old and we die younger each time. Heaven loves a martyr And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? I wish I had grown up a little longer And if we'd flown south, we'd have a home at least for now; Love grows old And I lived like a king
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:11
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 135 BPM