He was born in a March day. Rasmus Seebach is a Danish singer-songwriter who had his debut with the single “Angel”. He is a son of Tommy Seebach, about whom he has also written the song “Who I am”, where he tells his father that they have forgiven him and are doing fine.
ANGEL > Baby I was sold from the start, you were my dreamgirl. For the stars in the sky, no doubt you were my angel, and everyone could see you were with me. I was so fucking proud, transformed me from an son of a bitch, to a man really. And the plan could not go wrong, I was going to grow old with you. Happiness was created, I was going to make you a mother, and yes, I’ve heard of Nemesis, but guess I thought we were even I really wished that I could be, but I have to say farewell, my angel, forever. I love only you, farewell, my angel, forever. Baby I was sold from the start, couldn’t go fast enough, I took you in and let you be a part of my family, in love with a lie, there it was sweet have found peace in my body. So you could take the city and come home when you want to. Honey I love you, you said that and took your friends to a summerhouse. No questionmarks, cause I trusted you, but nice that all your friends sat at the café down in Istedgade. I called but you hung up, is that how you want to say farewell? My angel, forever I love only you. So innocent, you made me so happy, but what’s done is done. Your kiss is too late now. My angel, forever I love only you. Farewell, my angel, forever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zphy9zEgViQ
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