Я часто не верю, что будет зима, Когда душной ночью лежу на полу Мне даже не верится, что я живу. Я часто не верю, что на небесах Нашей любовью архангелы
What will be left When I've drawn my last breath? Besides the folks I've met And the folks who've known me Will I discover a soul-saving love? Or just
(TJ McCloud) All my life I've been reaching toward something Believing these hands could get me through As my heart collects dust upon the shelves of
Lies Light ahead, is it something that I can cling to? Is it something to help this life sustain? See no pain Is it just another train? Life ahead, is
What will be left when I've drawn my last breath Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me Will I discover a soul-saving love Or just the
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What will be left when I've drawn my last breath Besides the folks I've met and the folks who've known me Will I discover a soul-saving love Or just
Maybe it's her face, no makeup at all As she tells me she's not beautiful Maybe it's her hair, soft golden and wind blown As we drive through the streets
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All my life I've been reaching toward something Believing these hands could get me through As my heart collects dust upon the shelves of my life My hands
You are my inspiration in work and in play In the verses I sing and the words that I say You are to my life, what the sunshine is to the day And you
Stretching out across these waters The fog rolls in to lay its claim River whispers in soft voices As it waits for one more day I walk softly on this
it's her hair and her eyes today that just simply take me away and the feeling that i'm falling further in love makes me shiver but in a good way
Oh these days, I can't feel them, they're not here Oh your ways, they hang like a gray cloud over me "And oh and I'll be fine Oh when these clouds subside
She dances Footsteps like raindrops patter across the stage Second glances She pirouettes and slowly fades away Lost my chances Who holds the broom that
Call her a trophy, say what you will Tell me it's nothing, an image to fill, her face next to mine like a cheap glass of wine that looks good but just
