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Sentimental Overkill
04:06
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Lost for words
Won’t find them in the morning
Gave up the ghost
Losing my religion
When in Rome
Baby I’m just messing
I’m messing around
With my broken heart
Overwhelmed
Under the influence of
Chemicals
Rushing through my veins
In the arms of strangers
Pour another whiskey shame
Forgive and forget
As far as the East from the West
Heading south
On 95 full of regrets
On my own
Baby ain’t it over yet
Oh Wesleyan
City on a hill
But no escape
Sentimental overkill
And I see your face
Don’t know your name
In the arms of strangers
Pour another whiskey shame
I’m messing around
With my broken heart
Overwhelmed
Under the influence of
Chemicals
Rushing through my veins
In the arms of strangers
Pour another whiskey shame
In the arms of strangers
Pour another whiskey shame
In the arms of strangers
Pour another whiskey shame
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Healthy Self-Suspicion
03:26
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Being wounded just means you're alive
Honey, trauma flows deep and wide
Bleeding hearts and smoke scarred lungs
body keeping score but grace ain’t done
And sometimes I have a healthy self suspicion
Holy envy or jealous love
Suicide is over so release the dove
Been chasing rainbows for pots of gold
All this drinking is getting old
And sometimes I have a healthy self suspicion
Wold keeps changing I’m losing friends
Social awkwardness is setting in
Burning bridges and building walls
Lift them idols high and watch them fall
Sometimes I have a healthy self suspicion
And sometimes I have a healthy self suspicion
So being wounded just means you're alive
Honey, trauma flows deep and wide
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Grown Tired
03:41
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Oh my God, I’m coming home tonight
And I don’t feel like
Hearing your voice and putting up a fight
Like angels and demons
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
It’s been a long time losing you in songs
And shots of whiskey
It’s been a long time ignoring what’s gone wrong
In family history
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
So don’t say it’s just tough love
Was it not enough to leave
On Sundays oh you preach good news
Then you sing the blues to me
Mercy is coming with the dawn
And bright new skies
Well hurry up please cause I don’t got that long
Waiting for sunrise
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
And I got this death inside my veins
And hell is waiting
Seems like Adam is to blame
But Eve took the beating
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
So don’t say it’s just tough love
Was it not enough to leave
On Sundays oh you preach good news
Then you sing the blues to me
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
Oh oh my soul has grown tired
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roemer Weimar, Germany
Sacred and profane folk on Old Bear Records, living in Weimar and playing small-body 12-fret guitars.
roemer recommends:
Hands down one of the best songwriters in the Berlin folk scene.
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A good friend and fellow Co-Host of the weekly open stage at Prachtwerk in Berlin-Neukölln.
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Good friends in the Pacific North West making some great music.
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