Aron Wright - Wildfire | Текст песни

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What if I can't be sure
that your love's still pure,
how are you going to convince me?
When I come unglued
'cause only time can prove
any of this is really real.

Your love like wildfire
tears across my plains,
all that's left when you sweep through
are fields of pain, fields of pain,
but i'm calling them my own.

I can hear it now,
I hear your pretty little laugh
rolling off your smile.
Damn you piss me off,
then you show me your soul.
How can I be mad now?

Your love like wildfire,
tears across my plains.
All that's left when you sweep through
are fields of pain, fields of pain,
but i'm calling them my own.

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