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Sunset without watch…
It’s a sunset without watch
Someone once told me their secrets
Whispering to me while I imagined portraits
The paths are melting heat
but they like to wear their hair down, their hair down.
“Take your drama and throw it to the void”
‘Cause your time is to be enjoyed, not destroyed.
Lady, mi linda señorita, don’t blame us I warn
You will engage to this tropical desire.
And that’s how I am
Looking how the birds play
I would like to be as them
Crossing the ocean regardless the hours missed
Get carried away by the music of the waves, the music of the waves
Hey, hey, I think that I know this sun rising
Dawn in my old room is familiar
Was I dreaming?
There is, there is the clock, I’m a slave of Monday.
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Title Tropical desire
Sunset without watch…
It’s a sunset without watch
Someone once told me their secrets
Whispering to me while I imagined portraits
The paths are melting heat
but they like to wear their hair down, their hair down.
“Take your drama and throw it to the void”
‘Cause your time is to be enjoyed, not destroyed.
Lady, mi linda señorita, don’t blame us I warn
You will engage to this tropical desire.
And that’s how I am
Looking how the birds play
I would like to be as them
Crossing the ocean regardless the hours missed
Get carried away by the music of the waves, the music of the waves
Hey, hey, I think that I know this sun rising
Dawn in my old room is familiar
Was I dreaming?
There is, there is the clock, I’m a slave of Monday.
Work type Music
Tags canción, mary birdland, soul
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Identifier 1301104322302
Entry date Jan 10, 2013, 2:40 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author. Holder B. Mary. Date Jan 10, 2013.
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