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A Life Within a Life Video (MV)




Performed By: The Santairs
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Wayde Brown




The Santairs - A Life Within a Life Lyrics




Of what I am thinking while the tears are sprinkling
And the stars are twinkling on
I feel I am sinking as my face is wrinkling
To that elegant, radiant song

But tragedy had stuck. I ran out of luck
With my soul of muck and sod
All that I tuck, my mind in a ruck
Is there truly such thing as a god

With everything I knew, I believed it was true
To say what we do is wrong
But I haven't a clue on what I should do
For I have been dead so long

A sordid life, a mischievous wife
A malady strife be gone
To think that a knife can end a man's life
Nothing we do is won

I am in hell with these clanging of bells
I hope this spell will leave
But once I fell, I knew I could tell
I'd dwell in abyss, conceived

Yet how did I die? I told of no lies
Hearing the screams of delight
As I sit here and sigh, I'll ask myself why
That I feel I'm insane tonight

I still cry for peace, though my world has ceased
For my life surceased in sorrow
Yet I am deceased, I'll continue my feast
Until my dying days of morrow

My life's at an end and never will mend
And the devil will send his son
Would someone please lend an enemy or friend
Nothing I do is won
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Of what I am thinking while the tears are sprinkling
And the stars are twinkling on
I feel I am sinking as my face is wrinkling
To that elegant, radiant song

But tragedy had stuck. I ran out of luck
With my soul of muck and sod
All that I tuck, my mind in a ruck
Is there truly such thing as a god

With everything I knew, I believed it was true
To say what we do is wrong
But I haven't a clue on what I should do
For I have been dead so long

A sordid life, a mischievous wife
A malady strife be gone
To think that a knife can end a man's life
Nothing we do is won

I am in hell with these clanging of bells
I hope this spell will leave
But once I fell, I knew I could tell
I'd dwell in abyss, conceived

Yet how did I die? I told of no lies
Hearing the screams of delight
As I sit here and sigh, I'll ask myself why
That I feel I'm insane tonight

I still cry for peace, though my world has ceased
For my life surceased in sorrow
Yet I am deceased, I'll continue my feast
Until my dying days of morrow

My life's at an end and never will mend
And the devil will send his son
Would someone please lend an enemy or friend
Nothing I do is won
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Writer: Wayde Brown
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