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Sula
I can hear
The flood that is coming to dry your fiery tears
Sula
A flock of robins in flight
Oh mystery, how you touched me with your eyes
Oh started
I forget
You never want to hear
The echo of my voice
Sula, Sula
You made men
A fickle game that you knew how to play
And could understand
I wish you were gone
I wish you were gone
Oh
I used to think that you took it all
But instead you maybe took a fall girl
Ooh, aah
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
To be a modest saviour
To be a modest saviour
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
Ah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Ah bah bah bah bah bah
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
Ooh [x2]
fuente: musica.com
Translate to:
Sula
I can hear
The flood that is coming to dry your fiery tears
Sula
A flock of robins in flight
Oh mystery, how you touched me with your eyes
Oh started
I forget
You never want to hear
The echo of my voice
Sula, Sula
You made men
A fickle game that you knew how to play
And could understand
I wish you were gone
I wish you were gone
Oh
I used to think that you took it all
But instead you maybe took a fall girl
Ooh, aah
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
To be a modest saviour
To be a modest saviour
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
Ah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Ah bah bah bah bah bah
I'll be waiting for ya
I'll be waiting for ya
Ooh [x2]
fuente: musica.com