Sampha - Everything Is Recorded Lyrics
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Everything Is Recorded
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What Are The Lyrics For Everything Is Recorded By Sampha?
People hide your eyes
Everything's recording And one day you're recalling The writing on the wall is everything's recorded Looking through my grey lens I wonder where this clear is I try to find what I've already found And I was going through every single moment Right down to tying my shoelaces To the first time we said grace And how we flew together And how can you knew me better Than anyone, than anyone? Because everything's recorded And nothing is distorted Deep beneath the surface Do you know what your worth is? Beause everything's recorded And nothing is distorted Deep beneath the surface Your apathy is worthless There's a circuitry of mine Recording all the time And right before your time I feel pleasure realign 'Cause nothing is distorted You were beautiful just as you are You were beautiful just as you are 'Cause nothing is distorted You were beautiful just as you are You were beautiful just as you are Because everything's recorded And nothing is distorted Deep beneath the surface Do you know what your worth is? Because everything's recorded And nothing is distorted Deep beneath the surface Your apathy is, your apathy is worthless No, no, no And how you knew me better Than anyone, than anyone And how you knew me better Than anyone, than anyone I don't have to worry There'll come a time when I'm in love with you There'll be a time when you seek the glory And everything before me |
Who Wrote Everything Is Recorded By Sampha?
Richard Russell, Sampha Sisay
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