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Track: The Hurting Time
Artist: Annie Lennox
Album: Bare

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Name: Annie Lennox
Spotify Genres: synthpop
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Scottish singer, songwriter, political activist and philanthropist, born December 25, 1954 in Aberdeen, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, UK. After achieving moderate success in the late 1970s as part of the new wave band [a=The Tourists], she and band mate [a=David A. Stewart] went on to achieve major international success in the 1980s as [a=Eurythmics]. She embarked on a solo career in 1992. In 2011, Lennox was appointed an Officer of the Order of the British Empire. At the 2015 Ivor Novello Awards, Lennox was made a fellow of the British Academy of Songwriters, Composers and Authors, the first female to receive the honour. In 2020 Annie Lennox and Dave Stewart were inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame and in November 2022 the two (as Eurythmics) were enshrined into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

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Release: Annie Lennox - Bare
Year: 2003
Genres: Electronic
Styles: Synth-pop

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LYRICS

To everything there is a purpose ...
To every blade of grass
And every leaf on every tree
Every livin' thing will surely
Come to pass
And what will be will be ...
That's when the hurtin' time begins

And all the things you never said
Or didn't have the strengh to say
And everything you ever did
That time won't ever wash away
Fears that you've been livin' with
Come runnin' down your face
Runnin' down your face
When the hurtin' time begins ...

So tell me what the day brings
Has it lost it's thrill?
Are you still searching
Hoping for that
Space to fill ...
Everything you turn to
Is like a mirror on the shelf
And the only one you're blaming
is yourself

A million little deaths you've died
The times that you've been crucified
The more you've loved and lost and tried
And still could not be satisfied
When will you be satisfied?
When will you be satisfied?
Not till the hurtin' time begins