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Rock Show

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.09.2012

Hold her hand through the black light
Baby it's a forest land of trick slides
Honey just take your time
Close her eyes

"I'm scared," she whispered
As she wants to hide
Into a back room where
She paints on a smile
She hears a sound
She hears a sound

It could have been love
It could have been anybody
Anybody, uh-oh
She waited for love
But there wasn't anybody
Around so she left
Town with the rock show

Keep it cool at the freakshow
Baby its a happy place
If you lose it, honey
Just take your time
Close his eyes

"Touch me," he whispered
As he walks to the light
From the window
There's visions of
A house in the night
He hears a sound
He hears a sound

It could have been love
It could have been anybody
Anybody, uh-oh
He waited for love
But there wasn't anybody
Around so he left
Town with the rock show

Hold her, tell her that you need her
Please undress her slowly, uh-oh
Never hold the girl too tightly
She can't breathe when you speak
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

It could have been love
It could have been anybody
Anybody, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
We waited for love
But there wasn't anybody
Around so we left
Town with the rock show

Rock show, rock show, rock show


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