Album: Life's Greatest Hits

She Comes around like a wild fire, and like a moth drawn to a flame
I'm on my way to being burned up once again
And I've been through this before, a hundred times or more
But she keeps me coming back, what am I waiting for

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that
I'm playing
She always moves to the rhythm
She is making She is

She walks to the sound of her own drum
One minute she's there the next she's gone
And I'm left to pick up pieces of myself
To carry on
And I've been through this before, a hundred
Times or more, but she keeps me coming back,
What am I waiting for?

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords that
I'm playing
She always moves to the rhythm
She is making She is

She is my home

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2019.07.14

Сергей Свиридов

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