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אני שוב זוכר אותנו

life - eleven

אני שוב מרגיש עצב וכאב בנשמה, אני ממש מתגעגע אליך לצידי, אהובתי

𝓁𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒷𝓃𝓎𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓎...

𝓎𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓏𝒽𝓊 𝓈 𝓊𝓂𝒶...

איך פֿיל זיך נאָך שלעכט

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and we're not that strong
broken down again
and we're not that strong
then I cry again
but I want you to be stronger
make me stop this cry, any longer
and I hold her
and I send a problem to you
just because I can't solve it all
so i dress like i'm the biggest boy in the world
and so we buy some expensive one
and we're not strong enough to handle all the problem of love
we're not strong enough
god, don't look at me
overestimated
i'm not strong enough
promise broken
we're not strong enough
promise broken
to wing that broken

We’re not that strong

Rumor and Innuendo

Verse 1
The television’s half-asleep,
static whispers in the wires.

You told me what you heard,
but it sounded like a choir
of broken voices—
half-believed, half-denied.

I carried them home,
like a fever in my mind.

Verse 2
The hallway lights flicker,
the neighbors keep their blinds closed.

Your shadow moves across the room,
I can’t tell what you chose.

You say it doesn’t matter,
but I hear the undertone.

Every silence between us
is a language of its own.

Chorus
Rumor and innuendo,
drifting through the smoke.
I never know where you stand,
and I …don’t know… where to go.

Verse 3
Somewhere between the truth and the lie,
I keep losing track of time.

Somewhere between 
your eyes and mine,
the ground gives way, 
the words unwind.

Every whisper a shadow
Every shadow reminds

Chorus
Rumor and innuendo,
drifting through the smoke.
I never know where you stand,
and I… don’t know… where to go.


Verse 1
The radio’s half-asleep,
static whispers in the wires.

You told me what you heard,
but it sounded like a choir
of broken voices—
half-believed, half-denied.

I carried them home,
like a fever in my mind.

Final Chorus
Rumor and innuendo,
echo down the hall.
I lean into the silence,
but I… don’t hear… you at all.
Rumor and innuendo,
it’s all we’ve ever known.
I’m standing in the doorway,
but I… can’t find… my way home.


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