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3. Ismerős Arcok - Nélküled 5:41 [2010]
Heaven Street Seven - Legends
| Előadó: | Heaven Street Seven |
|---|---|
| Album: | Goal |
| Megjelenés: | 1997 |
| Hossz: | Keressük! |
| Szövegírók: |
Orbán Gyula Balczer Gábor Szűcs B. Krisztian |
|---|---|
| Keressük a zeneszerzőt! | |
| Kiadó: | Magneoton |
| Stílus: | Keressük! |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 2, összesen 4088 alkalommal
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Dalszöveg
If there's a plan in your mind
Never keep it behind
And you might find yourself as a legend
Sell it out for free
You will love what you see:
You're all broke, but your death is legend
Running out of dreams
And coming out of scenes
Unconscious but blissful in the nighttime
There's nowhere to go
And also nothing to know
So, everything turns to be a legend
Flying to the top
Getting ready for the drop
You ain't never gonna stop daydreaming
This is what you get
But it's only in your head
So, relax and go to bed
You know
It's just a waste of time
Running all over the fields
Kicking one another on the shins
Wallowing in the mud just like sweet little wild-boars
And though you don't look as playful and carefree as them
Still that's nothing much to do
When the question is: how to become a legend
Down below where the dead men go
Is where you'll live to see your legend
And as you're praying for pity
Your fans not of age but so pretty
They learn to say: he was a legend
Never keep it behind
And you might find yourself as a legend
Sell it out for free
You will love what you see:
You're all broke, but your death is legend
Running out of dreams
And coming out of scenes
Unconscious but blissful in the nighttime
There's nowhere to go
And also nothing to know
So, everything turns to be a legend
Flying to the top
Getting ready for the drop
You ain't never gonna stop daydreaming
This is what you get
But it's only in your head
So, relax and go to bed
You know
It's just a waste of time
Running all over the fields
Kicking one another on the shins
Wallowing in the mud just like sweet little wild-boars
And though you don't look as playful and carefree as them
Still that's nothing much to do
When the question is: how to become a legend
Down below where the dead men go
Is where you'll live to see your legend
And as you're praying for pity
Your fans not of age but so pretty
They learn to say: he was a legend
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