Sean Rowe - Spiritual Leather | Текст песни

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• Sean Rowe
• Spiritual Leather

Toes that dent the sand melancholy feelings I am still your man, feeling is believing, wars come into my dreams, they needle me awake. On the road is long and wider than forever I hope we’re that strong spiritual leather. Time, she was never such a friend she never cried for me. Time, she was never a friend, she never waits for me. What is the answer to every question what is the reason for every direction if we burn the answer for our protection, would that be ok? The sun is filled with lies promises and laughter, now I can’t be that wise but I have seen the after. Slow, slow, that mamma down, I gotta get back home, slow, slow that mamma down, I gotta get back home.

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