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Nana Adjoa - Sometimes Love is Evil

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‘Sometimes Love is Evil’, taken off of Nana Adjoa’s forthcoming EP, ‘A Tale so Familiar', which releases on November 7th 2018.
Lyrics and Music by Nana Adjoa
Produced by Nana Adjoa and Peter Kriek
Mixed and mastered by Peter Kriek | Lost Orchestra
℗ & © Bloomer Records
Lyrics:
Opening the box, I hid from everyone
Layers of dust, years coming off
I carried the keys close me, after I changed all the locks
Now I lift the lid to unleash, my abandoned heart
I put it away, from you
I put it away, for good
Tried to follow through
Knuckles knocking on wood
But a heart not turned to stone,
Apparently can't be denied
Her misplaced hope
A long lost fight, cause
Sometimes love is evil
Sometimes love is evil
A thousand tiny needles
Sometimes love is evil
My heart out on parole, looking for a loophole
But you know in time, you won't be in control
A craving that can't be cured, a hole that won't heal,
A shared desire, you know how it feels...
Feels like a burn,
Hot turns cold
And you know how it goes,
people tend to get too close.
All those little boxes, buried away
yeah they all look just the same
small coffins, heart shaped
Just in case, cause
Sometimes love is evil
Sometimes love is evil
A thousand tiny needles
Sometimes love is evil
More Nana Adjoa:
For more new music, follow my weekly spotify playlist "Compact Cassette"
Me:
Lyrics and Music by Nana Adjoa
Produced by Nana Adjoa and Peter Kriek
Mixed and mastered by Peter Kriek | Lost Orchestra
℗ & © Bloomer Records
Lyrics:
Opening the box, I hid from everyone
Layers of dust, years coming off
I carried the keys close me, after I changed all the locks
Now I lift the lid to unleash, my abandoned heart
I put it away, from you
I put it away, for good
Tried to follow through
Knuckles knocking on wood
But a heart not turned to stone,
Apparently can't be denied
Her misplaced hope
A long lost fight, cause
Sometimes love is evil
Sometimes love is evil
A thousand tiny needles
Sometimes love is evil
My heart out on parole, looking for a loophole
But you know in time, you won't be in control
A craving that can't be cured, a hole that won't heal,
A shared desire, you know how it feels...
Feels like a burn,
Hot turns cold
And you know how it goes,
people tend to get too close.
All those little boxes, buried away
yeah they all look just the same
small coffins, heart shaped
Just in case, cause
Sometimes love is evil
Sometimes love is evil
A thousand tiny needles
Sometimes love is evil
More Nana Adjoa:
For more new music, follow my weekly spotify playlist "Compact Cassette"
Me: