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• Artiste: Roark
• Titre: All Of The Riches
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It's a final resting place At a quite unusual time There's a smile upon my face Like its born of red wine She swears my eyes with all her grace She hears in hear heart, the empyy space. Take all my things And throw them away Cause all of the riches that I've gathers Are gone today Here in the dark I lie for a while Begin to appreciate the brightness The comfort of her smile. The smile In a crowded suit I lie In a finest pin-stripe By my side Over swallow the threat She swells my eyes with all her grace She hears in hear heart the empty space. Take all my things And throw them away Cause all of the riches that I've gathered Are gone today Here in the dark I lie for a while. Begin to appreciate the brightness The comfort of her Oh, I wanted to fly. Oh, I wanted to fl-un, run, run Take all my things And throw them away Cause all of the riches that I've gathers Are gone today Here in the dark I lie for a while Begin to appreciate the brightness The comfort of her smile. The smile.