Drake Bell - Leave it all behind
Tekst :
Until all the things I feel
Replace all the things you did
I will remain a stranger
In every place you hid
Don t ask me to be your hero
Your stories are never real
And if I fall from danger it s
To close to the way I m feelin
I feel what I used to fear
I know what I need to hear
I can t keep waisting time
Why can t we just leave it all behind
The things it takes to make up
May seem to bring me down
It s not that I don t want you it s
Just someone like me around
I feel what I used to fear
I know what I need to hear
I can t keep waisting time
Why can t we just leave it all behind
I wonder if you know
The truth is far too cold
And if I could frame your soul
I d never let it die
I feel what I used to fear
I know what I need to hear
I can t keep waisting time
Why can t we just leave it all
Why can t we just leave it all
Why can t we just leave it all behind
Inne utwory
Circles Rusted silhouette Soul man Which will Baby you know Lost a lover Hazey Jane I Northern sky Everything is gonna be ok Bob Dylan Poor boy Down we fall Do what you want Time of no reply Losowe utwory
Callin out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer s here and the time is right
For dancin in the streets
Dancin in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
In New York City
All we need is music, sweet music
There ll...
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Brat nie ma już miłości dla mnie, nie ma już miłości
Idę i myślę i nie wiem co myśleć
Myśli jak uderzenia bata...
Brat nie ma już miłości dla mnie i mojego brata
To zabija mnie od...
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speakin words of wisdo-om
Let it be
And in my hour of dar-arkness
She s standing right in front of me
Speakin words of wisdo-om - Let it be
Let it be, oh let it be-ee
Whisper wor-ords of wisdom
Oh...
Oh My Angel
Sweet, Sweet Angel
Come to Me Swiftly This Night So Still
For Dawn Does Come Swiftly
Iõm So Far From Home
Just Tell Me, Angel
Iõm Never Alone
My Hands Are Unsteady
I Been Gone Too Long
Your Face...
Let Them In, Peter
For They Are Very Tight
Give Them Couches Where the Angels Sleep
And Let Those Free
Let Them Wake Up Whole Again
To Brand New Dreams
And Fired By the Sun
Not Wartimes Bloody Guns
And May Their Peace Be Deep
Remember Where the Broken Bodies Lie
God Knows How Young They Were to Have to...