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This is a song about living a life.
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Lyrics
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i don't know where to begin, this is not a story of such sin
i may be a wild man from a wild land, it's easy to pretend
that a rose would grow in sand, well baby, maybe it can
if you'll feed it with your love, and pray to the water and to the sun
i am sorry that i hurt you my dear, i am sorry for the baggage that i bring
i am simple yet so deep, i am one of thus that live and die in dreams
i remember the good times we had, when we laid by the open sea
and fucked like sacred little devils, and drowned in our own needs
human exploration
human devastation
humans fall in love
no need for explanations
i don't know where to begin, this is not a story that one brings
to a crowd of hungry ears, not to anyone but you my dear
baby I hope that you don't mind, this is a photograph from past times
it's a bit distorted by the light, but looking closer you may find
a man and his pretty woman, in fact a proud king and his queen
two hunters on parade, a nocturnal midnight serenade
it doesn't matter what fades, as long as we can remember
that love is not meant to be easy, that it comes and goes like the train
i don't know where to begin, this is not a story of such sin
i may be a wild man from a wild land, it's easy to pretend
that a rose would grow in sand, well baby, maybe it can
if you'll feed it with your love, and pray to the water and to the sun
i am sorry that i hurt you my dear, i am sorry for the baggage that i bring
i am simple yet so deep, i am one of thus that live and die in dreams
i remember the good times we had, when we laid by the open sea
and fucked like sacred little devils, and drowned in our own needs
human exploration
human devastation
humans fall in love
no need for explanations
i don't know where to begin, this is not a story that one brings
to a crowd of hungry ears, not to anyone but you my dear
baby I hope that you don't mind, this is a photograph from past times
it's a bit distorted by the light, but looking closer you may find
a man and his pretty woman, in fact a proud king and his queen
two hunters on parade, a nocturnal midnight serenade
it doesn't matter what fades, as long as we can remember
that love is not meant to be easy, that it comes and goes like the train
_nderscore
i think your vocals are too soft-this time i think they're
too loud, drowning out the rest of the music
*shrugs*
good tune tho-great job on the lyrics