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• Artiste: Tumi And The Volume
• Titre: Light In Your Head
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Yeah, you ever get so - afraid of the dark and you just wanna keep the lights on. Put the monsters under your bed, ha. (chorus) You turn the light on in your head and close your heart away afraid to be by yourself. I get invited to your bed close to stuff ever been but still <???> romant. You turn the light on in your head and close your heart away afraid to be by yourself. I get invited to your bed close to stuff ever been but still <???> romant. I see you smilin', I see you shinin', I see behind it while your're lyin', don't get frightened, you are so your highness. Not just a diamond, not just the fineness in your outfit. You're hidin' and I see the promise and the palace built around it. That's why I get to high it, 'cause through this mic I do your life up ensight ya to move the mountains in front of ya, remove the anchors and paper waste(?), just sail away to get where you are champion over loosin'. That pursue's the answer into an advantage. Handsome, beautiful, fragile, goosome and has it (?) as who could imagine this but god(?), I produce(?) such a balance of tragic and magic, fantastic and habit, galant(?). So(?) there's a tee/three(?) in start of an ant(?) that's(?) - high on that shit. That which is me, that which is you, that which we proof every breath and every step after you bloom boom - boom I see the anxious in this room but there're(?) energies to fell(?) in(?) seas(?) that make me go at you. You turn the light on in your head and close your heart away afraid to be by yourself. I get invited to your bed(?) close to stuff ever been but still uncalled(?) and(?) while(?) romant. You turn the light on in your head and close your heart away afraid to be by yourself. You get invited to your bed close to stuff ever been but still uncalled(?) and while(?) romant. ah,ah,ah. ah, ah ,ah. da-da-dah-da-da ah,ah,ah. ah, ah ,ah. ba-da-bah-da-da ah,ah,ah. ah, ah ,ah. da-da-dah-da-da ah,ah,ah. ah, ah ,ah. da-da-dah-da-da (Dank an thomas boll alias me. [me dot] für den Text)