Lirieke: Zwan. Mary Star Of The Sea. Heartsong.
Come in, make yourself at home
I'm a bit late, hate to make you wait
But heart songs are still on my mind
There's never the time to write down these lines
How can you say that I don't need you?
Just be sure, no more, no less
Let love confess to you what you must do
Come on, let's hit the road
I'm up to my tricks, I know they seem cold
But heart songs are all that I am
I use the same words to say the same things
How can you say that I don't need you?
Just be sure, no more, no less
Let love confess to you what you must do
How can you say that I don't need you?
Just be sure, no more, no less
Let love confess to you what you must do
I'm a bit late, hate to make you wait
But heart songs are still on my mind
There's never the time to write down these lines
How can you say that I don't need you?
Just be sure, no more, no less
Let love confess to you what you must do
Come on, let's hit the road
I'm up to my tricks, I know they seem cold
But heart songs are all that I am
I use the same words to say the same things
How can you say that I don't need you?
Just be sure, no more, no less
Let love confess to you what you must do
How can you say that I don't need you?
Just be sure, no more, no less
Let love confess to you what you must do
Mary Star Of The Sea
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