Midge Ure - Lay my body down
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Bring me my four white horses
Show me my hallowed crown
Bring me my lost companions
Oh Oh lay my body down
Bring me my glass of comfort
Give me your sacred vow
Bring on my faded glory
Oh Oh, lay my body down
Lay, lay, lay my body down
Will you remember my name in years to come
When all the power I had laid bevore me, rushes over me
When you lay me down
Bring me my choir of angels
I hear the trumpet sound
Bring on my judge and jury
Oh oh, lay my body down
An´ look to this golden mirror
This King has lost his crown
An´ bring on my spanish dancers
Oh oh, lay my body down
Should you remember my name ,oh, in years to come
When all the glory I had made before me,
brushes o`er me
When you lay me down
Oh lay my body down
surender
surender
surender
surender
surender
Inne utwory
Guns and arrows Strong Absolution sometime I see hope in the morning light Call of the wild Living in the past Lied Beneath a spielberg sky Trail of tears The gift Light in your eyes Somebody Wastelands Rising No regrets Dear god Words Free Losowe utwory
Next time I try
To cross your mind
Remind me to look both ways
So I don t get hit by your lies
You lacerate me with all of
These memories
And now I wear these scars out on my sleeve
These broken hearts
Are left with scars
Because of...
Don t wait too long or she ll be gone fast as a blink
Get on the ball if you love your lover
No gesture to small
Tear down the walls if you love her
Just give it your all
Ooo yeah, you ve got to tell her...
There seems to be something going on inside of you
Maybe what you need is just another point of view
But not from me, that’s not for me to do
So, step back, relax, take a second, look inside of you
And you can see an...
Evening breezes hum their lullaby
there´s a million candles in the sky
I put on my sunday suit of blue
Emaline, just for you
Now I´m standing at your garden gate
and the village clock is striking eight
hurry up
hurry down
honey, don´t be late
Can´t you hear my heart
whisper through your window
Emaline
don´t you think that it´s about...
(feat.Wigor, Fu)
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