My angels, my devils, a thorn in my pride.
Are you wanting inspiration
you spill your secrets on me
then you tell me with a whisper
of things that will never be.
Do you hear me breathing?
does it make you want to scream?
did you ever like a bad dream?
sometimes life is obscene.
My angels, my devils, a thorn in my pride.
Lover cover me with your sleep
let your love light shibe
lover cover me writh a good dream
let your love light shine
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| Contribuição: Claudia Belucci
E-Mail: clau_belucci@yahoo.com.br |