Lyrics

A sinister slide resounds From the fountainhead found when fortune aligned The roots that ripped had run too deep Left to dig in the weeds and climb up the vine Your mind is only echoing what your heart wouldn't say "I'll be me, in time"
Writer(s): Elena Colombo, Ugo De Crescenzo, Osvaldo Di Dio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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