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Here For You

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 12.11.2012

I don't know where the time has gone, suddenly here we are alone,
Only a word before you go, everyone's waiting;
So many friends to say goodbye, so many tears they'll have to cry,
So many wings to help you fly where you are going;

And now a plane must take away my child that life has found,
And you will be up in the sky, and I'll be on the ground,
Sending my love with you tonight;

I will be waiting, I will be waiting, here for you, here for you;

I don't know where the years have gone,
Suddenly here, and you have grown,
It was like only yesterday when you were so young;
But here is the day we had to see, always the same eternally,
This is the way that it must be, now it is your world;

And so a plane must take away my child that time has found,
And you will be up in the sky, and I'll be on the ground,
Sending my dreams with you tonight;

I will be waiting.....I'm trying not to show,
But seeing you go, is the hardest thing that I have known;

I will be waiting, don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright
I will be waiting, don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright,
Here for you, here for you,

I don't know where the years have gone.....


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