Paroles de Broken Radio
Got a tape of an old forgotten songIt was sad and mournful, how the past can't be undone
Singer sounded like Dylan through an old broke radio
Cryin about a woman whose heart had turned cold
And I wander through the night the melody holds me tight
And whispers I'm not alone
In the kitchen cupboard theres family recipes
For love and kindness the precious things you need
We rely on these things through trials and tribulations
When you feel like going out and buyin a gun
And I wander through the days the melody keeps me safe
And whispers I'm not alone
And I'm not going to believe in your lies anymore
I've got my dreams, you've got yours
Count your blessings on your toes
Maybe your fingers will find someone to hold
Don't be stubborn like some ole fool
The future's not bleak dreams will come true
We Had It All
And whispers I'm not alone
In the kitchen cupboard theres family recipes
For love and kindness the precious things you need
We rely on these things through trials and tribulations
When you feel like going out and buyin a gun
And I wander through the days the melody keeps me safe
And whispers I'm not alone
And I'm not going to believe in your lies anymore
I've got my dreams, you've got yours
Count your blessings on your toes
Maybe your fingers will find someone to hold
Don't be stubborn like some ole fool
The future's not bleak dreams will come true
We Had It All
STUART, DANIEL GORDON / PROPHET, CHUCK
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