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Testify - Bjørn Berge



     
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I came to resurrect this body from the ashes of the grave
To walk upon the road less traveled before I lose my faith
I came to testify to the new king before you look away
Just let me testify, I gotta testify Lord
Sometimes the world is so wrong, I can't just stand here but I can't take it, no, I came to testify
I know that I was wrong, I came to testify!
Our future is unknown, I came to testify!
Love will lead you on, cause I never ever wanna be the fool again cause you got me on my, got me on my knees
I had to beg, I had to crawl to break free of these chains
Now here I stand, I'm a broken man and I don't wanna let it change
I came to testify to the rest of my people said I'm not alone
And if the question still lies just let me testify
Sometimes the world is so wrong, I can't just stand here but I can't take it, no, I came to testify
I know that I was wrong, I came to testify!
Our future is unknown, I came to testify!
Love will lead you on, cause I never ever wanna be the fool again cause you got me on my, got me on my knees

I had to beg, I had to crawl to break free of these chains
Now here I stand, I'm a broken man and I don't wanna let it change
I came to testify to the rest of my people said I'm not alone
And if the question still lies just let me testify
Testify!
Love will lead you on
Love will lead you, love will lead you on
Testify!
And I never ever wanna be the fool again
Cause you got me on my, got me on my knees
Got me on my knees
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Bjorn Berge takes the Blues and Rock to the next level! He performes with and without band. You wouldn't notice the difference. The man is a band on his own. Maybe thats why 'they' call him the 'string-machine'. Even the drumming is taken care off in a 'sole-man-performance'. Just a kick of a heavy, worn out boot on a wooden box for basedrum for example. His fingers play like he sold his soul to ,.... (Fill it in yourself)
His voice speaks for itself. Blues to the utmost ground!

Bjørn Berge on Last.fm.


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