Baixar Mais Tocadas: Soft Rock

Mais um dia já se foi / Mais um sol que já nasceu e eu não decidi / Se eu vou confiar em ti / E se eu quero as respostas que eu vou ouvir

Help me, Jesus… I’m down my knees / Help me, Jesus… I’m calling out “please” / Help me, Jesus… I’ve nowhere to run / Help me, Jesus… Won’t you call me your son?

Sei l’ennesimo sbaglio che potevo anche evitare / Su un tetto al primo appuntamento solo per gridare / Vedersi solo per scopare, poi precipitare giù / E fuori è nebbia fitta

Well I climb the highest mountain, and I swim the deepest sea / If I knew you were riding at my journey’s end and waiting for me / And I’ll be there, I know that you’ll love me / I know whatever that you’ll say, and I know any way

Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You’ve been out riding fences for so long nowAh, you’re a hard oneBut I know that you’ve got your reasonsThese things that are pleasin’ you can hurt you somehowDon’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boyShe’ll beat you if she’s ableYou know the Queen of Hearts is always your best betNow it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon yourtableBut you only want the one that you can’t getDesperado, ah, you ain’t gettin’ no youngerYour pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you homeFreedom, ah, freedom, that’s just some people talkin’You’re a prisoner walkin’ through this world all aloneDon’t your feet get cold in the wintertimeThe sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shineIt’s hard to tell the nite-time from the dayYou’re losin’ all your highs and lowsAin’t it funny how the feelin’ goes away?Desperado, why don’t you come to your sensesCome down from your fences and open the gateIt may be rainin’ but there’s a rainbow above youYou better let somebody love you…You better let somebody love you before it’s too late

Here I am, this is me / There’s no where else on earth I’d rather be / Here I am, it’s just me and you / Tonight we make our dreams come true

Ooh, ooh, ba / Yesterday I thought youâ??d stay / I thought youâ??d see things my way / But now I see my hopes may be dead

All Hit Radio! / Alright, you’re listening to All Hit Radio / And it’s 53 degrees at 30 minutes past the hour / And right now, on our all request line

She wakes up in the morning / To a kettle on the stove / Peeling wallpaper / House next to a dusty road

Too much sorrow, too much pain / Too many reasons not to go back again / Living without her is too much to bare / But when we’re together, too much nothing to share