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letra de true love - james vane

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[verse 1]

hey mum how you doing think i got a bit too famous
can’t even walk through hmv like when i was trying to make it
around the grafton centre with the skaters and the music played
charlie just turned 3, the paps have painted personality

before he can speak, has to be with security and family
i can’t believe your dead now mum i really need you back
and as they make their final clap i wish i could collapse
and end up in the same place as wherever you are at

immy’s last parent cannot recognise her face
alzheimers in the skull is a curtain for the brain
you’ll find us hiding away in some tropical domain
using money for the night fires, turning into flames

crying in the vocal booth, the cycle of the vital truth
at least fame didn’t change me and the love is still within my heart
got a hundred thousand cards inside the lonely palace
half are showing love for art, others nasty savage

[hook]

i heard you love me somewhere but i cannot hear you hear you anymore
the darkness in my soul is caving in raw x4

[verse 2]

if you’re a fan of me please ignore me these days
seventh alb-m in, yet i need to be saved
i lost the cl-ssic phrases many years ago i strayed
into a maze of cl-ss a’s as opposed to music staves

i guess these days i’m talking futuristic like the shamans
right around the garden of the spirits and the pardons
been taking super trips on lsd just to reminisce
and find you hovering somewhere in the changing patterns

fasten me inside the spaceship, let go of the harness
tell my brother love his girlfriend and avoid these large departments
he’s on some higher payments up directing all the partners
but he’s gulping nasty pills to keep his mind from all the darkness

how the f-ck did we f-ck it up it this much stuck and couped up
in a country farm running with a stunning elevator
the colouring is smeared every hour turning greyer
golden faders in the studio manufacture paper

[hook]

[verse 3]

i’m about to die time to make my final statements
engrave it on my famous grave continue on with playing this clip
when i was young dreamed to spread my word around the globe
for everyone to hear and perhaps to feel the strobes/

upset at half my friends judging for my voice and not lyricism at the start
while strangers judge it for the art
funny how the only people judging by my colour
or the cl-ss come from the same place with where my lyrics start

combination of the bridge and river by the bars
scintillating imagery trying to cast away the judge
the hypocrities with the lyricism in my starry vision
they played me and it scared them how i really changed the system

made a little schism and i blew it up pretty swift then
made a lift to the game in the vane last strain
the twist of fame of there is no exit from the selfish b-tch
made my life a h-llish trip and turned me into elvis shit

[hook]

- james vane

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