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Fordham Julia Porcelain

me crazy? Oh, isn't it enough, isn't it enough? Porcelain, porcelain You treat my skin like porcelain In the big, big scheme of things Beyond the rare and special porcelain

Переклад: Юлія Фордхем. Фарфор.

I cried the Solent, the Tyne, the Severn and the Rhine The Thames and the Seine over again But I won't be crying anymore, a lake of tears like I shed

Genio! You would have to be a genius to work out what it is with us And I'm no budding genius so what would I know? You would have to have a first degree

Written By: Julia Fordham The soldiers of my discontent march from my soul to my head <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a

Your lovely face, your lovely face, your lovely... I'm standing in my kitchen, I'm driving in my car Lying on my bed in my room wondering where you

drive me crazy? Oh, isn't it enough, isn't it enough? Porcelain, porcelain You treat my skin like porcelain... In the big, big scheme of things Beyond the rare and special porcelain

Don't tell me to stop crying please just hold me while I do Soothe me with your silence and just cradle me to you Don't push me for my reasons or expect