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Crying And Laughing

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 24.08.2012

Searchlights, rain on the road,
Waiting for the airport limousine,
Your time in this foreign land,
Is nearly over, I'll never forget how

Last night, after he called,
You held me like you'd never let me go,
But your eyes are happy now,
And you are beautiful, you're ready to leave me,
Homeward, back to your world,
Back to the one who is there,
Go now, but go in love,
For it's the only way;

And you'll be crying, laughing,
Half a world away,
You'll be crying, laughing,
For the love we have,
When you go away...
Long ride, holding her hand,
Looking all the words we cannot speak,
One mile to the boulevard,
And the aeroplane that's waiting to take you
Homeward, back to your land,
Back to the one who is there,
Go now, but go in love,
For it's the only way;

And you'll be crying, laughing,
Half a world away,
You'll be crying, laughing,
For the love we have,
But you must go,
Crying, laughing,
Half a world away,
You'll be crying, laughing,
Don't forget me love,
When you go away...


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