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Twist The Knife - Ren Harvieu



     
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I hear you knocking on the door
but you ain't never comin' in, no,no
to this house no more
cause it ain't like
it ain't like it was before
you went sailin' on for that distant shore
oh, oh, oh..
True, we had love so true
oh and we had skies so blue
we had skies so blue
so I, I had my hopes up high
till all I heard was goodbye when I called for you
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win
no I can't win!
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in
oh no.....
So you can take it on the chin

yeah you take it on your weak chin
then you do it all again and again
tell me when will it end
and now you come back
oh yeah, you crawled on back
with your head held high and your book of lies in a burlap sack
I just don't know, honey, what went wrong
love just can't grow when you're gone so long
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win
no I can't win!
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in
oh no.....
Oh you just don't know
which way the wind is going to blow
no, you just don't know
just when the sky is going to fall
you've been a soldier
you've been a privateer
now you're looking much older
yes you are my dear
now your back again
from the lion's den
you've got a plagiarist's eye
you've got a poison pen
I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win
no I can't win!
now you're knockin' on the door but you can't come in
oh no....
Oh you just don't know
which way the wind is going to blow
no, you just don't know
just when the sky is going to fall
Love can bend you, love can break
hearts can mend and hearts can ache
life will give you what you take
oh! Life will give you what you take
love can bend you, love can break
hearts can mend and hearts can ache
life will give you what you take
oh! Life will give you what you take

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Meet a Lancashire girl whose voice and sound will stop you dead in your tracks. Her name is Ren Harvieu. Her hair is heavy and shaggy, her eyes lined with kohl, her manner as down-to-earth as the streets of Broughton in Salford, which is where she was born, just over twenty-one years ago. Schooled in dusty youth club contests rather than star-spangled pop schools, she has had quite a life already; she’s also had quite a year. A terrifying accident nearly ended everything for her this summer, but now, only four months after she thought she would never walk again, she is walking back to us.

Read more about Ren Harvieu on Last.fm.


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