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Showing 11 lyrics in Indie .

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And, in the end. You know, I cried so many nights, Cause I can't remember what went wrong Looking right into your eyes Hearing your heart breaking,

Elsie Indie · Melancholic

Cold Feet I am so ready To close the door On this walk-in freezer All the shelves

John Osinga Indie · Melancholic · Intense

Pandora's Stuff My friend said, Let's meet up at this rare finds auction. Now that plays over and over in my head. I replied -- I have more than enough.

John Osinga Indie · Intense · Yearning

Fight Club Both sides of my mind Put up a good fight Here's the rub They seem to be auditioning

John Osinga Indie · Playful · Upbeat

∞ Déjà vu ∞ ∞ Déjà vu ∞ Hello, I think I know you. Have we met before?

John Osinga Indie · Melancholic · Tender

A Well-Crafted Addict (N.O.W.S.) Trigger Warning Born broken, the fix is in. Upon my DNA It is written --- a well-crafted addict.

John Osinga Indie · Angry · Defiant

Pinball Game on What do you do When your world is shaken When the only game in town

John Osinga Indie · Yearning · Playful

I am Icarus I always wake up with tears on my pillow, From the troubled spirit of Daedalus. Each night, Daedalus tries to fill my dreams, He cries endlessly as he thinks I am Icarus.

John Osinga Indie · Nostalgic · Yearning

Magician You kerb-crawling mark: I know your rubbernecking, For a talented magician. Can you pay the price,

John Osinga Indie · Intense · Playful

Sand in My Eyes Trigger Warning: This piece deals with suicidal thoughts and is written with compassion for those who cope with and survive this struggle. You ask what brought me here, And why am I crying?

John Osinga Indie · Hopeful · Yearning

Postcards from the In-Between Sample I write to you from the small hours, when the streetlights start to forget themselves and the city is mostly breath. I write from the gap between sleeping and not,

SongwriterLink Indie · Melancholic · Yearning