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Siddharta - Core (english version of Ciklon orka) Siddharta - Core (english version of Ciklon orka) |
*** Autor textu: Tomi M. *** Autor hudby: Tomi M. | It's in your mind when you're trying to paint like the best of all
But when you see the picture, all you do is crawl
It's in your mind when you're trying to feed every single style
But then you realise they're changing all the time
But if you try not to be the Messiah
And live an easy life until you fade
Would that be OK?
And if you hide having no one around you
Though you hear them how they feel good
Right in the middle, it's the place where it's all fine, all fine, all fine, all...
In the middle you can fall in your space
In the middle you can laugh any day
You can spit it out and let them complain
But on my day your bleeding love will run, run, run, run
But on my day silence in your eyes
It's all about our different prayers for the same bright light
For we have no intention living in the dark
It's all about your beautiful face every single day
It would be pointless throwing all of that away
So if you smile every moment in time
The bitterness is cooling down like ice
You should be surprised
And if you dive into the ocean of life
And feel good when you try
Right in the middle, it's the place where it's all fine, all fine, all fine, all...
In the middle you can fall in your space
In the middle you can laugh any day
You can spit it out and let them complain
But on my day your bleeding love will run, run, run, run
But on my day silence in your eyes
When you don't feel any urge to be best or the last of all
When you realise all that shines aren't always gold
And the winners and losers are something you never see
Then you'll probably decide that's the place to be
In the middle is shine, in the middle is hope (where no one is ever being smart)
In the middle is shine, in the middle is hope (here every road is passing by)
In the middle is shine, in the middle is hope
In the middle is shine, in the middle is hope
And we need all this
And we need all this
And we need all this
In the middle you can fall in your space
In the middle you can laugh any day
You can spit it out and let them complain
But on my day your bleeding love will run, run, run, run
But on my day silence in your eyes |
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