Sh from Olea by Amanda Winterhalter

Speak of the devil and he
Comes to my window and he
Softly sings his song he
Softly sings, so I don’t

Speak of the devil I don’t
Want him singing to me
Thoughts unnecessary
Of how love used to be So

Eloquently he sings
Gently to me he cries
Softly, softly he weeps
Over you and me, he’s

Trying to persuade me
Lying to delay me
From making this clean break
Away from my next mistake

Hush now, don’t mention it
Out loud, don’t even think about it
‘Cause your thoughts are loud
Enough to hear

Chut! maintenant, ne le dit pas,
ne le pense même pas parce que
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• Folk
• Parisian
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• indie folk
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• indie rock
• Seattle