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Heaven’s Just A Sin Away

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 05.09.2012

Heaven's just a sin away, oh oh, just a sin away
I can't wait another day, I think I'm giving in
How I long to hold you tight, oh oh, be with you tonight
That still don't make it right 'cause I belong to him.

Oh, way down deep inside I know that it's all wrong
Your eyes keep tempting me and I never was that strong.

Devil's got me now, oh oh, gone and got me now
I can't fight him anyhow, I think he's gonna win
Heaven's just a sin away, oh oh, just a sin away
Heaven, help me when I say I think I'm giving in.

Oh, way down deep inside I know that it's all wrong
Your eyes keep tempting me and I never was that strong.

Devil's got me now, oh oh, gone and got me now
I can't fight him anyhow, I think he's gonna win
Heaven's just a sin away, oh oh, just a sin away
Heaven, help me when I say I think I'm giving in.

Heaven's just a sin away, oh oh, just a sin away
I can't wait another day, I think I'm giving in
How I long to hold you tight, oh oh, be with you tonight
That still won't make it right 'cause you belong to him.


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