Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Alesso - Years



The sun hits like a bullet of faith
And then suddenly I'm wide awake
Fake bliss, our apologies made
Was an enemy with no escape

My hands were tied
But now they're not
So grab on to desire and run away

These will be the years
These will be the years
Lights will all appear

These will be the years
Years
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