In the street where we live there's a place called desire
There's a stone cold intrusion of mad man's fire
That he leaves when the lust and desire released
And you left with an empty room in peace
Chorus:
Saving my heart for you
You do what you wanna do
There's a place in my heart for you
This time I'm watching you
'Till the blood in my veins run dry
I'll be there to testify
There's a place in my heart for you
I've been lost in a maze of emotional compound
I believe that you knew that our faith was secure
How you kept to be smile with the cool disposition
How you stuck in the fire with a new sense of reason
Chorus
You tell me "Take it easy"
but it's not my style
something around the corner
It'll pass you by
I wanna hold you closer
to connect my fortunes
I wanna take you higher
take it out like you did before
Touching. What else am I allowed to say without moving rivers and mountains? heehee
ResponderExcluirJust fly over as Angel!
ResponderExcluir'cause for angels is allowed
anything like to fly
over rivers and mountains
even touching the sky.
um comentário, lá vai: poucos clássicos&jazz e muito rock&enrolação os males do brasil são.
ResponderExcluirOra, caro Dico Ranheta Kremer, você pode não gostar de Rock&Rolla, mas há de concordar comigo que, em qualquer categoria, há do bom, do ruim, do pior, e do melhor! Hehe. Quantos aos males do Brasil, concordo, tem a ver com muita enrolação, mas deixa o Rock de fora, vai. No mínimo, serve para desopilar o fígado. Melhor que dar soco em moleque na rua (ou seguir o anúncio de Eparema aí ao lado), haha!
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