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Lonely Enough

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 07.09.2012

It’s been a long time since I prayed
Let the words fall where they may
Forgive me now
for what I’m about to say
Tired of being on my knees
Sick of begging you please
Since the day you took him away from me
God, how much more do I have to hurt?
How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me
God, you don’t know the sadness of this place
You’ve got the angels and the saints
So give me back my love
Don’t you think I’m lonely enough?
You’ve got the power in your hands
To change the master plan
Every star and every grain of sand
You can bring him back today
Just roll thestone away
Before there’s nothing left of me to save
God, how much more do I have to hurt?
How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me
God, you don’t know the sadness of this place
You’ve got the angels and the saints
So give me back my love Don’t you think I’m lonely enough?
(Repeat Chorus)


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