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What About Love

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.11.2012

Is that me, who's floating away?.
Lifted up to the clouds by a kiss.
Never felt nothin' like this.

Is that me, I don't recognize?.
Loves's the one thing I know all about.
I had it all figured out.

But what about trust?.

What about tenderness?.

What about tears when I'm happy?.
What about wings when I fall?.
I want you to be, a story for me.
That I can believe in forever.

And what about, love?.

Will you be my light in the storm?.
Will I see a new world in your eyes?.
With you my whole spirit rise.

And what about hope?.

(What about hope?)
What about joy?.
(What about joy?)

What about tears when I'm happy?.
What about wings when I fall?.
I want you to be, a story for me.
That I can believe in forever.

And what about.
(What about)
What about.
Love?.

What about.
(What about)
What about.
You and Me.

What about.
(What about)
Love?.
What about.
(What about)
What about.
Love?.
What about.
What about.
Love...?


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