Текст песни Boyce Avenue - Ill Be

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The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
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Stop me and steal my breath
And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
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Never revealing their depth

And tell me that we belong together
And dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
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I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
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I'll be the greatest fan of your life

And rain falls angry on the tin roof
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As we lie awake in my bed
And you're my survival, you're my livin' proof
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My love is alive and not dead

And tell me that we belong together
And dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

And I'll be your cryin' shoulder
               *  *
I'll be love's suicide
And I'll be better when I'm older
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I'll be the greatest fan of your life
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The greatest fan of your life