- 4
Come away, come away, death
And in sad Cyprus let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath
I am slain by a fair cruel maid
My shroud of white stuck all with you
O prepare it
My part of death no one so true
Did share it
- Great Big World
Here's a story I hope,
you'll like.
It's the one about the girl riding on her bike.
I know,
It's a tired old tale,
but it still rings true.
She could never be rude, or unkind.
But a sad song played at the back of her mind
- I Dreamed a Dream
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
- She's me Pal
She played my boss
And never was cross
She drove all my troubles away
When she's your friend
She's yours to the end
No matter what others may say
She don't tell me
How i ought to be
- Лили колинз поет и ольга бурачеко также поет
Can anybody find be somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can't barely stand on my feet.
Take a look in the mirror
And I, see what you're doing to me.
I've spent all my years believing in you, but I just can't get no relief.
Won't somebody, somebody, can anybody find me, somebody to love.