Natalie Imbruglia - Beauty on the fire
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Here it comes again
Cannot out run my desire
Cover my decent
And throw the
Beauty on the fire
Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly
Every secret shared
Why do I drink
The feelings dry
Don t go too far
Limitation scars
Tonight
Could I be lost forever
To drown
My soul in
Sensory
Pleasure
Sensory
Pleasure
Here it comes again
You raise the bar even higher
I cannot catch my breath
So throw the
Beauty on the fire
Don t push too hard
Limitaion scars Inne utwory
Slow down Glorious Never tear us apart One more addiction That day Troubled by the way we came together Smoke Come september Come on home Do you love It´s only rock´n roll Contradictions Cold air Hide behind the sun Sunlight Losowe utwory
Jak maczo chciałem być jak stal
panienek sznur wiał
patrzyłem na to jak jakiś kat
jak król jak mag
niżej pasa to był strzał mit prysnął a z nim ja
gdy dotarł do mnie fakt
że Bogiem nie jestem i nie mam szans
Aaa jestem słaby tak
jak starca płacz...
They were raining from the sky
Exploding in my heart
Is this a love in disguise
Or just a form of modern art
From the skies you could almost hear them cry
Tora Tora Tora
In the town they were going down
Tora Tora Tora
I had a nightmare only yesterday
You played a skeleton
You took my love then...
Tashika na sakkaku wo oboe
Futashika na kanshoku wo...
Mi ni oboe no nai musuu ni hirogaru aoi kizuato
Mizukara te wo somatta tsumi wo
Asa wa kana kanshou ga...
Jigou jitoku to kukurare unu no toi de kubi wo shimeru
Haizuri mawaru futeki na kage
Furue obie warau...
Kooga ni karare shibuki ageru
Dirty Blue Blood
Kasuka na ishiki...
No sé que me pasa contigo
Que no soy la misma de ayer
Ahora yo he encontrado motivos
Para tenerte en mi ser
No sé lo que tengo en el alma
Tu recuerdo lo dejo aquí
Esa sensación que guardaba
Latiendo en mí pecho
Sintiendo por ti
(Coro)
Paso, paso...
Long walks with my temper take me down a dead end street in contemplation;
where do we start at the end?
Before i could collect myself,
I m vacuumed n by a figure s armspread with fiery gasps of iron air,
cornered in my circle of friends.
Won t he speak to you?
Emptied on the...