Joel Garthy - The Ballad of Bérénice Einberg

Now let me show you my palace
I'm very proud of this place
I like to keep it warm and peaceful and bright
Peaceful and bright
As if I were going to entertain birds and butterflies
On a green meadow with flowers everywhere
Sometimes, sometimes I close my eyes
And stay, stay in my solitude
It's there I have my wind and my throne
And I could go anywhere with anyone
And anyhow I'll make it on my own
I'll make it on my own
I find my only real pleasures
All alone with myself
My solitude, my solitude is my palace
It's there I have my chair, my table, my bed, my wind and my sun
When I sit anywhere else but in my solitude
I sit in an exile, in a land of delusion
In a state of confusion
In a state of regression
So here's my confession
I stay, stay in my solitude
It's there I have my wind and my throne
And I could go anywhere with anyone
And anyhow I'll make it on my own
Now let me play my guitar
I stay, stay in my solitude
It's there I have my wind and my throne
And I could go anywhere with anyone
And anyhow I'll make it on my own
(I'll make it on my own)
I stay, stay in my solitude
It's there I have my wind and my throne
And I could go anywhere with anyone
And anyhow I'll make it on my own
I'll make it on my own
I'll make it on my own
I'll make it on my own
Let me sing it one more time
I stay, stay in my solitude
It's there I have my wind and my throne
And I could go anywhere with anyone
And anyhow I'll make it on my own
I'll make it on my own

Written by:
Kay Sielaff

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