Cutting Crew - Left of Heaven | Текст песни

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Just nineteen when he got off the plane
And both his feet never touched the ground
Trying to find his balance, we fell for the rules he made

He lived a little left of Heaven
He walked a little right of the storm
And if there's a little left of Heaven
Save it all for him

Beyond the reach of prying eyes
His magic spelled the darkest delight
Never any order or routine to blind his way