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Tunder Franz

Aveva gli occhi grigi come l?acciaio La carnagione bianco latte Il fisico scolpito lo sguardo da donna forte Lo splendido sorriso ingenuo Di chi ha poche

Traducere: Tunde. Marea Romantic.

Singer, sing a song A little heart and soul Singer, sing it soft and low Such a lonely key Feels like home to me A familiar melody Passing the hours

I was frightened By your suffering Fear is poison Faith the remedy But it didn't heal you So how could it help me I felt useless You stared but couldn

Step from you car back into the real world Can't hold your heat in the cold light of day I won't find the heart to accept that we're over As long as

Shouldn't be like this, shouldn't be like this No, not according to fairness Shouldn't be like this, shouldn't be like this Don't keep me waiting, I

Standing on the shoulders of the morning You can see the moon That lonely sickle scrapes the sky And it's rising on the widow's peak Of the afternoon

I've been in denial I've been hiding like a kid I try to list your imperfections Shift the blame for what I did I don't trust my excuses They're just