you do when I let you get Through to me but then you do it over again I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain I desire 'Till you get to me on my morningside
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you do when i let you get Through to me but then you do it over again I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain i desire Til you get to me on my morningside
Morningside The old man died And no one cried They simply turned away And when he died He left a table made of nails and pride And with his hands, He
Waves fold she holds on to the dance light cause its the last song she'll be remembered by but the first song her baby will hear is chased by the right
Its on the merits of image alone next year will be insatiable running for cover we're running from what? not one thing these days suprises me marching
I'm looking for some action where ever i can buy it watch it award its' sadder truth we're in a youthful shootout are your darlings safe at the harbor
I'll just wait here wait untill you've won your prize once and for all i'll just stay here stay until your highs come down once and for all i hate it
Wanting, holding, on tonight. all i want all i need... I hope that suits you half the time trains later dont be looking out the window, the best pasted
Hand me down sahara somewhere soft, days old, no motels pushing my way through so find you own way home sahara its great to be over you burning faster
Fashion that look, naked and calm again. dont be so glad, its never news to you dont think im weak, im just in love picture me untouched and invisible
Everybody wants in everybody wants to know whos the first to say it whos the best and whos the worst they're making all your choices vanity is all you
Vertaling: Sara Bareilles. Morningside.
Vertaling: Neil Diamond. Morningside.
Vertaling: John Gorka. Morningside.
