And the world keep turning
round and round
It leaves me hanging in the
air
My heart keeps turning upside
down
And you're still standin'
there
Lately I see all the signs,
I feel it in the wind
The same thing happens every
time that you come back again
I admit that there are nights
when I sit up and cry
But sometimes I turn out the
lights and pray you'll pass me by
Since you're gone my empty
arms have nothing left to hold
And your memory cannot keep
me warm but it never leaves me cold
Marco Giunco |
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