When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal,
You search the city for your only friend,
No one would you see.
You ask yourself, who'd watch for me?
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free.
I hate to say it, I hate to say it, but it's probably me.
Într-o interpretare personală şi mai puţin "solitariană" , aş spune că a conta întotdeauna pe sine este cel mai bun lucru de făcut. Mă rog, Sting şi Clapton o zic mai bine, but yet, that would be the point.
mia
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I'm blessed I know
Heaven sent and Heaven stole
And what have I learned
From all these tears
I've waited for you all those years
And just when it began
He took your love away
But I still say
When you find love
When you know that it exists
Then the lover that you miss
Will come to you on those cold, cold nights
When you've been loved
When you know it holds such bliss
Then the lover that you kissed
Will comfort you when there's no hope in sight
So the words you could not say
I'll sing them for you
And the love we would have made
I'll make it for two
For every single memory
Has become a part of me
You will always be My Love
Frumos, Jesus to a child.
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