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Halftime

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 16.07.2012

Simple, sweet guitar
Humbled by the bass
When the beat kicks in
Everything falls into place
And it overpowers me
I can’t help but dance
You can try to stop me now
Boy, you won’t get the chance

Halftime, time to think it through
Consider the change
Seek it from a different view
Halftime, time to think it through
Consider the change

Rhythm floods my heart
The melody it feeds my soul
The tune tears me apart
And it swallowed me whole
You should thank your lucky star
Cause the music is a gift
And it’s stronger than all else
Provides me with a bliss

Halftime, time to think it through
Consider the change
Seek it from a different view
Halftime, time to think it through
Consider the change

My lyrics reveling
Some natural vibe
To find the laid-back feeling
Oh just let it ride
Every phrase that I’m to sing
It’s too much to take, yeah
So I sing this endlessly
It pacifies my ache

Halftime, time to think it through
Consider the change
Seek it from a different view
Halftime, time to think it through
Consider the change


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