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My Place

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.10.2012

This is my place
And I wanna share it with you

I got myself a place to dream
I touch the wind
Caress the sea
And I want you there
To hold me
To love me there is to know me

Where the silver bird of tomorrow
Will fly away with the sorrow
And time won't pass for you and I
We'll be standing still
As the world goes by

This is my place
And I wanna share it with you

I've got the sky to shelter me
And like the tide I'm moving free
I've waited here for you only
We will walk along
Never lonely

This is my retreat, we're together
And my place is now even better
My life's reflected on the sand
And it shows my love
When I touch your hand

This is my place
And I wanna share it with you
I wanna share, I wanna share it with you
This is my place

And you know wherever your place is
Loving only makes it better
And I want you there to hold me
To love me there is to know me

Where the silver bird of tomorrow
Will fly away with the sorrow
And time won't pass for you and I
We'll be standing still
As the world goes round

This is my place
This is my place
This is my place


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