Marc Almond - Beautiful brutal thing
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Love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
It sings at night like the wind
It stings your heart like a whip
It rocks your soul like a ship
And love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
It can mean everything
Or nothing at all
Such a feeling can make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It s the cushion to break your fall
Love triumphs over all
Love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
And it gives the sweetest of pain
It wakes your spirit and then
You feel like living again
And rain
Falls when you think the Sun
Has just begun
To shine above
And love
Is mysterious as it s old
It s the secret you ve never told
It s the tears of sorrow and joy
For that girl or that boy
It makes you feel
It makes you feel
It makes you feel
A beautiful brutal thing
And love
Is a beautiful brutal thing
It can mean everything
Or nothing at all
Such a feeling could make you tall
Or as small as a distant star
It s the cushion to break your fall
Love triumphs over all
It makes you feel
A beautiful brutal thing
Love
Inne utwory
Lie Cara a cara Only the moment Our Llove, my love Love in a time of science Come in sweet assassin Tragedy Deaths diary Scarlet bedroom Yesterday when i was young Contempt We must look Burning boats The edge of heartbreak Love and little white lies Losowe utwory
You come around most every night
Looking for my heart
Each time I turn out the light
I can count on you to start
Bringing back sweet memories
Of the love we made
You never change
YOu re a faithful old flame
I know you ll be here right on time
To ear me up again
You never stay away...
When the daylight comes and I look across the room,
I see you re gone.
As the morning breaks and I reach to hold your hand
I can see, see I m the only one.
Well, your clothes are gone and your bags are packed
but the bed s still warm where you lay
now I...
1.
There s something we both know
You re meant for me but even so
If I offered you the chance
You d probably still say no
I ve got to get it through to you
You know you really want me to
Biorę, biorę, biorę swoje
dawaj ten kwit, moje WaWa, miejski projekt
Biorę, biorę, biorę swoje
światem rządzi sos, a jest tego cały stos
Biorę, biorę, biorę swoje
mam diament nie platynę, talent rymem, zjadam rynek, synek
Biorę, biorę, biorę swoje
wybacz, moje to przeboje, przy czym innym chce się rzygać
Zapamiętaj Ero i zapomnij o problemach
jak i o...
I’m too far gone
It’s all over now
And you can’t bring me down.
Love is won over by ignorance
Do not get won over by ignorance
These pills were meant to hurt you
For today and ever more
If fools were meant to f.uck you
Then why do fools fall in love
Has blown up your walls...