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Forgotten


Artist: J Douglas & G Barnes
Artist's Description
Originally written as a punk folk song, this could be adapted to suit many genres. A true story of life with amnesia.

Genre(s): Alternative and Punk,Indie,Pop-Punk,Contemporary Folk
Mood(s): Angry,Anxious,Bitter,Confused,Complex,Dark,Disturbing,Dramatic,Eerie,Heavy,Haunting,Horror,Hypnotic,Melancholic,Mournful,Sad,Scary,Tension
Style(s): Death,Humanity,Mystery,Story
Language(s): English
Cover Version:$22.75
Standard License:$30.00
Extended License:$75.00

Forgotten

By J Douglas & G Barnes
That girl o'er there, she's distant
A pained look on her skin,
Those piercing eyes are wounded,
Don't know how to let you in.

...
CHORUS
A million memories lie sunk in her brain,
A thousand hoped dreams ne'er to be thought again,
She's addicted to loss, addicted to pain
Addicted to not knowing who she is e'er again.


She was out all the time,
Friends flocked to her door,
Parties and pubs and oh so much more.
Now she sits all alone,
Unable to talk
Seeing something unseen,
In her personal war.

...
CHORUS
A million memories lie sunk in her brain,
A thousand hoped dreams ne'er to be thought again,
She's addicted to loss, addicted to pain
Addicted to not knowing who she is e'er again.
...

...
BRIDGE
If you'd known her before, she was colour,
fire and bubbles: a rebel,
But chancing with time on a cold, frosty night
She made a pact with the devil.


That girl o'er there, she is wounded,
Scars cover her body and face,
But the one's that she feels the deepest,
Are the one's that cannot be placed.

...
CHORUS
A million memories lie sunk in her brain,
A thousand hoped dreams ne'er to be thought again,
She's addicted to loss, addicted to pain
Addicted to not knowing who she is e'er again.
...

She was out living life
And living it large
Smoking and drinking,
And following her heart.
Now her head is all broken,
Her life torn apart,
By the choices she made,
When she made loss an art.

...
CHORUS
A million memories lie sunk in her brain,
A thousand hoped dreams ne'er to be thought again,
She's addicted to loss, addicted to pain
Addicted to not knowing who she is e'er again.
...

...
BRIDGE
If you'd known her before, she was colour,
fire and bubbles: a rebel,
But chancing with time on a cold, frosty night
She made a pact with the devil.
...

Now she's let the pain define her,
It's become just who she is,
The fire has burnt out, the colour is gone,
The bubbles have lost their fizz.

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