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Marillion - The fruit of the wild rose
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Goodnight my love
I'm so alone
And so surrounded
By your sweet memory
I cannot sleep
For all these dreams
They come to play
Till dawn comes stealin' them away..
The fruit of the wild rose
Hangs here with summer gone
Voluptuous crimson
As the days become colder
The fruit of the wild rose
In a warmer country
Where the sea meets the land
You may walk with your baby
In the afternoon
Perhaps some aroma
From a street café
Might sadden your eyes
Carry you away
The fruit of the wild rose
Sweet and so sour on the tongue
Swollen and crimson
As the light fades and shortens
The thorny wild rose
She gave me a summer but she's gone
As England faces the winter
In your eyes, in your mind, in your mind
Clearer than a photograph
No passing of time
Ever could fade
You and I
Shimmering ghostly
Like a wild garden from another life
Will you throw your arm
Turn your body round
Breathe a sudden sigh
Wherever you lie sleeping
Stir your hips
Feel the seed inside so sweet
Dreaming westbound waves
And a man comin' back from the sea...
Dreaming
Dance for me rose
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Fragment na dzis:
Natasha Thomas : It's over
Can you tell me your secrets?
Then I tell you mine
Show me that you still love me
Then I show real love
Refrain:
What kind of love have you got?
You should be home, but you're not
I don't want to believe
that it's over now -
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I could be wrong but I'm not
And you still think you are hot
I don't want to believe
that it's over now
You're walking the wire
Looking for a love in between
But you don't have desire
Do you know what I mean?
Uh Baby
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Refrain:
What kind of love have you got
You should be home but you're not
I don't wanna believe that it's over now
I could be wrong but I'm not
And you still think you're on heart
I dont wanna believe that it's over now
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