nedjelja, 12.11.2017.
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Sting, I Can't Stop Thinking About You '.....Do I hear laughter from behind this veil of midnight? What are you hiding in the frozen heart of winter? Somewhere a church bell tolls I know you're close, your scent still warm And then your trail turns cold, cold, cold.....' Sting, A Thousand Years '......I may be numberless, I may be innocent I may know many things, I may be ignorant Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief.....' |
