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Melody

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.07.2012

Maybe I'm a fool
To feel the way I do
But it's clear to me
That I'm the one for you
Maybe it's a dream
A fairytale unseen
But it feels so real
When I imagine you...

I imagine lying by your side
Whispering the words I love you
Days turn into night
Stars are swirling high above you
Could it be that fantasies
Really do come true when you believe
Is this my destiny or just a melody

You don't know my name
You don't even feel my pain
I'm in a restless place
A voice without a face
Inside I speak to you
When I'm feeling blue
But you're not there to care
The burdens that I bear as I am...

As I am lying on my own
Wondering if I'll ever find
Someone to call my own
Praying for a chance to find that
Perfect life of man and wife
A wedding and a ring for all to see
Is this my destiny or just a melody

I'm waiting for a love
That never changes
As days get cold
I'm waiting for a hand
To touch my soul
Someone to hold
But now I'm lying here at night
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Days turn into night
Stars are swirling high above you
It can be that fantasies
Really do come true when you believe
That this is your destiny
Not just a melody...


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