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Raindrops

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 28.06.2012

Oooohhhh ooooohhhh oohhhhh

You were the tree and I was the apple
And fell to the ground and fell brown
Hate was the wind
But love was the secrect that blew us to were we are now
And now love can grow without tiny little raindrop tiny little tiny little messy little raindrops
Cry on my shoulder
Cry on my shoulder
For love
Loveee
For love
Lovee
We were told we were told we were larger than life
We were told we were told we were larger than life
For love
Lovee
Floats like the sea
So distant and waving
Bring you closer to me
Stay next to me
For love cant keep waiting
Its got no place left to be
And now love can grow without tiny little raindrop tiny little tiny little messy little raindrops
Cry on my shoulder
Cry on my shoulder
For love
Loveee
For love
Lovee
We were told we were told we were larger than life
We were told we were told we were larger than life
For love
Lovee
We were told we were told we were larger than life
We were told we were told we were larger than life
For love
Lovee
For love
Lovee
Loveee
Loveee
Love
Love
Loveee
Love
Lovveee
Love
Love
Loveee
Love
Love
Loveee


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