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作词 : William Lilla |
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作曲 : William Lilla |
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Soon will rise a storm |
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Will burst into our home |
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If I'll turn pale of fear |
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Remind how brave l've been |
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When it comes to an end |
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Will my love be like summer clouds |
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To bring life through my hands |
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To the hills, to the rest of us |
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I've been writing words |
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To be sown in the ground we own |
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Once born they'll cast shadows |
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Tall like gods, but the menacing ones |
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When they come at the door |
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Oh, my love be like summer clouds |
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When I just feel too lost |
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Bring me life through the raining sound |
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To the hills beyond us |
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Will we harvest storm |
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This field of mine is drier than I pretend |
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I've been lacking words |
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Since you threw them overhand |
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The sky looks made of gold |
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Oh, my love be like summer clouds |
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And wash away the dirt |
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From the hills, from the rests of us |
