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In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And
her mom calls out from and apartment balcony, "Come on baby!
Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!"
And I wonder who's the father...
And I wonder what they call her - Sierra
Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every
morning? Does she drink when she thinks about me? Or doesn't
She need to drink...does she have a man who works a nine to
five? Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra, tuck her in
and say goodnight? (and an extra kiss for mama...)
I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment.
I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of
my bed. I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her, tuck her
in and say, 'goodnight, my baby girl, Sierra.'
Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,
I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to. My
little girl, we would've been so...oh, nevermind. But I'm ready to
settle down now- yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling
north star o'er the desert sky.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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