Victoria Tolstoy - From Above | Текст песни

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• Victoria Tolstoy
• From Above

Done it all still, he?d done nothin?at all
The sweet – lovin? great pretender
Got his name on the wall. And a refill- filled
with nothing at all
the way- simply to surrender
swallow hard stand tall.

Now he?s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself from above.

Had it all still- he had nothin? at all
The mad- charmin? big ole spender
always livin? a ball.

Headin? downhill- straight up hittin? the wall
still fate was his main contender
-his reality call.

Now he?s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself from above.

Seen it all still, he?d seen nothing at all
until- evening of November
thru the colors of fall

Like a spine chill- all what he can recall
insane- all he will remember
is the magic of all…

Now he?s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself

Now he?s - in a different place
Sees a different face
As he sees himself from above