La na na na
Hey missted Love, I've been
Singin' and still is hole in my heart only
Amen can fill, but he said , ey blisted love, and we're sharin' a bed, but not inistate to feel readily left in my hands,
In my hands,
In my hands,
In my hands
And I said hey love live it up, cause I'm gettin' closer and I won't love give it up, this poetry and prosa,
And words are not enough
You are more than melody to me.
I think,
So morning comes and I'm nervously clide in this cheeds not my own and these hands where they don't belong, and I'm more but a victim in my prisin' hell I should run for my gun but I'm lain instead, in your hands
In your hands,
In your hands,
In your hands,
And I said hey love live it up, cause I'm gettin' closer and I won't love give it up, this poetry and prosa,
And words are not enough
You're more than melody to me.
I think, and holdin' out our hands before us, all the world will love and hore us, my heart will love what is there, your hands
In your hands,
In your hands,
In my hands,
In my hands,
In my hands, in my hands, in my hands,
In my hands, in my hoooo.. yeah
Nananananana
So hey missted love I'm to tired to sing but he wowowow
He is more than melody to me
Writer(s): Anna Nalick
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