E is for the comfort, you give to me E is for the peace, I feel inside E is for the good times that go against the bad times E is for the world you gave
E is for the comfort, You give to me E is for the peace, I feel inside E is for the good times That go against the bad times E is for the world you gave
Tradução: Rea, Chris. E.
: E is for the comfort, You give to me E is for the peace, I feel inside E is for the good times That go against the bad times E is for the world you
Out of the rain, under the shelter I've been so long where the sun don't shine Standing at the cross-roads Could have went either way But now I've found
I do not sleep tonight I may not ever The sins of the past have come See how they sit down together Outside my window, outside my door And I know the
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Born and raised in wilderness Of suburban shops and schools How she tried and tried to be satisfied With a job on the typing pool She hated the smell
A careless heart ain't no good to no-one I was going back my friends to see Of what became of my childhood daydreams Of all the things that used to be
Rain, tears of joy, tears of pain Is this really me Standing here at the station The card said I mustn't be late I've never been late I've never really
The road to hell (part 1) Stood still on a highway I saw a woman By the side of the road With a face that I knew like my own Reflected in my window Well
There's a light shining on her window There's a great big guess breathing on her door Shame it's taken all this time All these years to find out She's
At the first bell of the day They rise up from where they lay And look down with the promise in their hands A promise to get out This ain't what it's
It don't look good, It don't look great You know what's going down you really gonna hate This is the moment, you know the score This is what your enemies
I was lost in the deep and darkest night No direction, not a single hope in sight When I saw a fire burning brightly through The storm that raged above
A careless heart ain't no good to no one I was going back my friends to see Of what became my childhood day dreams Of all the things that used to be To
Rain, tears of joy Tears of pain Is this really me? Standing here at the station The card said I mustn't be late I've never really had the chance Years
