Chill
I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
I gotta let them know that I'm leaving.
Everything behind me and politely
I don't wanna hurt their feelings, oh no.
I'll need to come back and I wanna explain why I had to leave them sleeping.
The answer's in the air but I really don't care 'cos I couldn't really keep on breathing the smoke.
And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
You roll like stone girl, you should not stop and I don't wanna step on your feet.
And you do what you do to stay on top. I don't wanna make you feel incomplete.
And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
At the end of the day I don't know what to say.
At the end of the day I'll be flying away.
And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
Thought about leaving.
And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
Thought about leaving.
Now that I'm leaving
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What about the night, Makes you change, yeah, Oh, from sweet, To deranged? What about my voice, Tells you who, Who's been wrong to you? Yeah, You've got pains, Like an addict, I'm leavin' you, You've got pains, Like an addict, 10 A.M.
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Приходи
Стихи и музыка: А. Васильев Целым был и был разбитым, Был живым и был убитым, Чистой был водой, был ядом, Был зеленым виноградом. Спать ложился рано утром, Вечерами все звонил кому-то. Был безумным, был спокойным, Подсудимым и конвойным, Капитаном
Blame It On The Sun
Where has my love gone? How can I go on? It seems, dear Love has gone away Where is my spirit? I'm nowhere near it Oh yes, my love has gone astray But I'll blame it on
His Love Makes Me Beautiful
I am the beautiful reflection of my love's affection A walking illustration of his adoration His love makes you beautiful, So beautiful, so beautiful I ask my looking glass What is it makes me so