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Henry "Red" Allen - Coleman Hawkins and their Orchestra: Dark Clouds (1933)
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Credits

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Henry Allen and His Orchestra
Henry Allen and His Orchestra
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Coleman Hawkins
Coleman Hawkins
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Henry "Red" Allen
Henry "Red" Allen
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Walter G. Samuels
Walter G. Samuels
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Allen Boretz
Allen Boretz
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Lyrics

Hey I'm back again Check the morgue cause the past is dead J just drop the pen Write this then I'll consider when To give it all up like I'm running from the future Usain, who me? More like loser Wanna see my trophies? Well I brought a few sure Here they are! Better pack your bags cause the rest are back home Gotta case full, faithful, painful But these trophies of mine (Mind) are what I been through Made you break, you mend you Hate to say it but I fell through One for the time where I fell for you Face planted now but I won too One for the time when the panic hit Brought me down but I handled it Took the best from the worst of all of it Been forced to quit but I morphed a bit Not Morpheus but the Lord has sent Been born again but I adore the sin Lost in my sight and I fight off the nights where I write and lie and I say I'm alright But the pain that's inside has been boiled at high with the fire I tried to extinguish and fight But the flames wanna none of the tears that I hide use a mirror to divide Between me and my lies and the fears that I tried to run away from Now wake up! Now shape up! Hey I'm back again Check the morgue cause the past is dead J just drop the pen Write this then I'll consider when Wait I've found a friend Psych that's me it's your mind again Hey just take my hand Let's bury your pain and just keep it in Dark clouds roll over Rain pours gets colder Wind blows chilled over I'm told you're over Rated but I'm hated Imma make it I'm debated contemplated But I'm tainted like I'm David I'll be patient I'm acquainted with the waiting I've been praying for a time like this In my mind like this When I write like this I escape the abyss of the lies that I live And I live like this so I give what I live I admit in the midst of the wind I've been pushed to the fence But I meant what I said when I said what I meant In the depth of my sins but I'm cleansed of debts By the one that was sent But my faith still collapse in the blink of a sec I relapse to the past and I hate that I'm back And in fact see the map of my eyes I just sleep I don't rest I'm a mess, I'm a wreck, I confess I stand alone on this shoulder I walk the road of exposure Now open your eyes and see closer Your vision is blurry I'm sober I need some more help some more closure Alone in my nights I just smolder Take God on my side as my chauffeur I'm armored up like a soldier Hey I'm back again Check the morgue cause the past is dead J just drop the pen Write this then I'll consider when Wait I've found a friend Psych that's me it's your mind again Hey just take my hand Let's bury your pain and just keep it in The time that is mine it defines my design I'm lost in the grind I'm lost undefined To leave it all behind is a thought in my mind Do I change who I am or stay the man that's a lie? Or is it God that I find who decides my demise? I just lie and decide I'm alright yeah I'm fine But I might wanna try and live a life that is right That is mine mighty fine so divine I align but I find People wanna fake me wanna take me drag me down in a coffin underground That I built for myself with the sin in my cells Let us in we'll just help Close the door shut em out But they scream and they shout Overwhelmed I just fell they just stomped on the door Broke it down with a force Knocked me down to the floor Please no more Please no more Want no war But what for? (But what for?) My mind is clouded my thoughts are lost I'm good at doubting I want to stop I built this house I turned the lock I tossed the key in a hidden a spot Been forced to face my deepest thoughts I sit in space when I think of songs Now tic toc do you hear the clock? Your time is up, Now laugh it up Hey I'm back again Check the morgue cause the past is dead J just drop the pen Write this then I'll consider when Wait I've found a friend Psych that's me it's your mind again Hey just take my hand Let's bury your pain and just keep it in
Writer(s): Walter Samuels, Allen Boretz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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