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Sleeples praise

This place become out of control
this place makes sense no more
I don't even know
what I'm waiting for
in the river of life, I've lost my track
in thoughts and dreams, in bets and lust

I could not hear the trumpet's call
I escaped midway only to return
where she left her pearls and I lost my senses
seems like we all look around to find some respite

to put at rest our troubled mind
I hide from people, I've broken the mirror
the drifting boat of fate
seems controlled by a wheel of chance
the here and now holds onto the past
while tomorrow is waiting afar

grief waves its blunted knife
in fortune's face and eyes
the morning light oozes in
through a window shade's cracks
sometimes you hear the angel's song
sometimes the devil takes you home
pillow's full of gall and dreams
those I won't be able to achieve

my poor tired mind is out of tune
and my mouth stays rather mute
I measure distances between now and then
I feel the architect of my own mistakes
I pay the tolls but there's always more
I measure pain to determine the trial I'll be on

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from Songs from the Future, released January 28, 2022
written and composed by Henry Hugo
Violins: Massimiliano Gallo
Cello: Gareth Skinner

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