12 abr 2012

ROD.S


I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT


I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.

I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're just a mirror.

I don't want, to talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?

I don't want to
talk about it,
how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,

if I stay here, won't you listen
to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart


ROD STEWART

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