, Лучше красивой лжи. Ты скажи, я понять хочу, Слов обмана и верных слов, Друг от друга не отличу, Как в туман берегов. Припев: Я лист, плывущий по
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I still recall the taste of your tears Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore Scraping through
I originate! You must appreciate! All the others imitate! You're my crowd and I want you tonite I am sure this tune makes you feel right No discussion
Did you ever really start to cry over something you just wrote? Well I'm writing you, my dear st. nick, it's the saddest little note. Is it fair come
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words oh so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet
You talk tough to me and it makes me smile By the old church yard your feelings hide I know the reason and you won't say "If we grow too close, will you
You are too nice for your own good some people say. You should just speak your mind and you could have your way. Well, I wish I could, And perhaps
I opened up the music box I wish you would have changed the locks To keep me from replaying All the feelings I've been saving I did not keep them locked
I?m looking up at the moving clouds While they hit so hard this time I just might stay down Now, if you were me I would come back to get you If this is
Now maybe it's not I don't care anymore Now maybe I just never did Now you can't say That I have ever lied Because I kept the truth well hid Now tell
As I travel life's pathway to that city beyond I find the way so narrow and my strenght almost gone Then I cry oh Lord have mercy please don't leave me
I believe for every drop of rain that falls A flower grows And I believe that somewhere in the darkest night A candle glows I believe for everyone who
Writer Dorothy Jo Hope From album Golden Streets of Glory Copyright 1970 Yes I see God where the mountains reach the sky And I see God when the eagle
Days are passing and the time is growing near We all trying to figure out what we're doing here Reflections and deception are creeping in Feel your head
Incapable of holding down real jobs and can't make rent, so for a life in the arts we deem ourselves destined. Skip across my record collection until
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my
Ik wit net asto sitst te wachtsjen Op in freunlik wurd fan my As ik dy oprop yn myn gedachten Dan wurd ik sa bliid fan dy Ik fiel it as ik dy foarby rin