Newborn
What happened to this morning when I
I woke up hung over?
What happened to the people walking
Hand in hand, yeah
Let's treat this day like a newborn baby
Wants to be looked after
Let's treat this moment like one never felt before
CHORUS:
Everybody walk hand in hand
Get hold of your land
Push together, Yeah
Everybody get over hate
You turned up too late
That trick's over
What happened to the story
When the light let go of darkness
What happened to that ray of sunshine
She was fighting strong?
No more delay
No more competing
For a happy ever after
Today we play in one team
Yes there's one team for all
CHORUS
We roll on bleeding weak from strong,
Knowing right from wrong
What happened to this morning
When I woke up
And the world was bruised?
See, everybody's taking care of themselves
Not looking out of the widest window
Somehow everybody's taking care of themselves
But not no one else
What happened to this morning
We're stalling our love
CHORUS
Everybody walk hand in hand
Grab hold of your land
Push together, yeah
Now everybody get over hate
You turned up too late
That trick's over
What happened to this morning
When we woke up hung over
Like soul ache forever
What happened to the day
When people walked hand in hand together, man
Let's treat this day like a newborn baby
Want to be taken care of
What happened to this morning
We're stalling our love
What happened to that day?
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Мой Зайчик
просто я придумала тебя это я писала эти сказки это мы под снегом января так просто верили мечтали мы любили начинали с ноля ну кто же сделал это с нами кто сложил все оригами
Ой Вигострю Товариша
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100 Miles
Wheels turn like my memories And the head-lights shine like my used-to-be's And time, time's taking way too long And forgiveness, well I hope its not too far gone A hundred miles from her
Make Me Down
A little rest for a spell A little water from your well A little shade from the shade of your door That is all that I need And I believe those might be The truest