Loraine Lotter

If my name was Cinderella
You could be the prince
I could wear my sparkling prom dress
We could fall in love the moment our eyes meet
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Is it just because we're defenceless,
or is it because we're young,
that you always use violence against us
Should hat be the way it's done?
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I found love in a strange place
A place I never thought it would be
but it seemed to have proven me wrong
For love has already caught me
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Chasing after you,
for time and time again
Watching all your moves,
keep asking myself when.
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“Ek sal jou nooit nie vergeet.”
Dis die woorde deur Ouma gespreek.
Deur ‘n Engel se stem,
wat ons almal sal mis,
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Beckon me to stay tonight.
Switch off the light, flatter me with those eyes.
This is something I never thought of me,
something you never should have let me be.
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Jy is my lolliepop as ek sakgeld kry,
Jy is die veld waarin my skapies wei.

Jy is die pad waarop ek daagliks ry,
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Met 'n hart van goud is hy geseën
'n skitterende glimlag, verdwaalde oë.
Hoe voel dit om te lewe in 'n leuen?
Net hy sal weet.
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You’re all alone in the darkness on the deck.
It’s a Saturday night and you’re hurt again.
So I made you laugh at me because what the heck,
love should be easy.
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I can still hear the soft beat of the night.
the weight of the silence as we stood side by side,
the warmth of your hand as I tried to hold on,
I felt so fragile, but still played along.
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Beneath the damage, you can see …
Lying beneath the ashes of the mess I call my life,
you see me …
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Raindrops fall on the grassland underneath.
I’m self-absorbed by the hunger within me.

Standing barefoot, lurking beyond the heath,
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Eating away at my wellbeing,
I am strained by your absence.
In the depth of your emotion,
I can sense no more of a rapture.
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Dit hang aan jou lippe,
wat binne jou hart aan die broei is.
Slaan jou stom, jou reaksie krippel,
maar tog in twyfel glo jy dit.
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Pretty face, pretty heart.
Just a shame it’s ripped apart.
Such a waste, such a sham.
So the lion killed the lamb.
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If you’re a leave,
dangling from a branch in Autumn,
then I’m the tree.
I know the role, there’s not much to it,
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This is not the proper time
for me to lose all my nerves and play the fool again,
but you can make the stars go wild
and now you’re staring straight at me …
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I’ve been down this road so many times before.
Fall too hard and you’ll end up on the floor,
like a marionette with broken strings.
You cut my air, just like you cut my wings.
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Cast his spell on me,
like I want him to.
He knows I need to see
what this love can do.
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