Agnes Obel - Broken Sleep Lyrics
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Broken Sleep
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What Are The Lyrics For Broken Sleep By Agnes Obel?
Broken sleep, all too human
A malady, it's gazing through when I would Dream me a dream (soft as a pillow) Dream me a dream (dream me a dream) Dream me a dream (deep in the night 'til the morning will follow) Dream me a dream (dream me a dream) Shapes of smoke, all too human They grow, like titans I would like to fall, silence every call (Will you level me with a dream?) If I could fall (fall), fall (fall) I would like to fall (fall asleep), silence every call (Will you level me with a dream?) If I could fall (fall), I would like to fall (fall) Twisted rope, defies all I know It holds, my reason Dream me a dream (soft as a pillow) Dream me a dream (dream me a dream) Dream me a dream (deep in the night 'til the morning will follow) Dream me a dream (dream me a dream) Sea of trees, calling humans To hang like leaves from the willow I would like to fall, silence every call (Will you level me with a dream?) If I could fall (fall), fall (fall) I would like to fall (fall asleep), silence every call (Will you level me with a dream?) If I could fall (fall), I would like to fall (fall) Take my word for it, for it In the dark, in the dark In the dark words can follow |
Who Wrote Broken Sleep By Agnes Obel?
Agnes Caroline Thaarup Obel
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What's The Duration Of The Broken Sleep By Agnes Obel?The duration of Broken Sleep is 4:54 minutes and seconds. |
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