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Realign all the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far
I drink instead on my own Oh! how I’ve known
the battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
whispers through a Gran Torino
whistling another tired song
Engines humm and bitter dreams grow
heart locked in a Gran Torino
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long
These streets are old they shine
with the things I’ve known
and breaks through the trees
their sparkling
Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you’ve left behind
So tenderly your story is
nothing more than what you see
or what you’ve done or will become
standing strong do you belong
in your skin; just wondering
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
whispers through the Gran Torino
whistling another tired song
engines humm and bitter dreams grow
a heart locked in a Gran Torino
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long
May I be so bold and stay
I need someone to hold
that shudders my skin
their sparkling
Your world is nothing more than all the tiny things you’ve left behind
So realign all the stars above my head
warning signs travel far
I drink instead on my own oh how ive known
the battle scars and worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
whispers through the Gran Torino
whistling another tired song
engines humm and better dreams grow
heart locked in a Gran Torino
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long
Santorini was as beautiful as the pictures I'd seen. I'd like to be there to see the sun set over the caldera.
Santorini was as beautiful as the pictures I'd seen. I'd like to be there to see the sun set over the caldera.