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Don’t You Wish It Was True

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 08.08.2012

I DREAMED I WALKED IN HEAVEN
JUST THE OTHER NIGHT
THERE WAS SO MUCH BEAUTY
SO MUCH LIGHT

DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE
DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE

AN ANGEL TOOK MY HAND
SAID YOU DON'T HAVE TO HURRY
GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
DON'T WORRY

DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE
LORD DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE

WHAT IF TOMORROW
EVERYBODY WAS YOUR FRIEND
ANYONE COULD TAKE YOU IN
NO MATTER WHAT OR WHERE YOU BEEN

WHAT IF TOMORROW
EVERYBODY HAD ENOUGH
THE WORLD WASN'T QUITE SO ROUGH
LORD DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE

HE SAID THE WORLD'S GONNA CHANGE
AND IT STARTIN' TODAY
THERE'LL BE NO MORE ARMIES
NO MORE HATE

DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE
DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE

AND ALL THE LITTLE CHILDREN
WILL LIVE HAPPILY
THERE'LL BE SINGIN' AND LAUGHTER
SWEET HARMONY

DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE
DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE

WHAT IF TOMORROW
EVERYBODY UNDER THE SUN
WAS HAPPY JUST TO LIVE AS ONE
NO BORDERS OR BATTLES TO BE WON

WHAT IF TOMORROW
EVERYBODY WAS YOUR FRIEND
HAPPINESS WOULD NEVER END
LORD DON'T YOU WISH IT WAS TRUE


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