St. Thomas
Morning Dancer
morning makes a rhytm by itselfand comes closer,to the home where you belongwhere you belongyou're the morning dancerby yourselfyou move wiser, in a home where you belongwhere you belonghe said his heart was brokentruth was never spokenwe bought a bookand laid it on the path where you walk(x2)on a sunday afternoon cold on the graveyardtheres a sad feeling growing over our headsprinted on the gravestoneHUGEwith golden lettersthe name of a man we once met,we once metLetras de cancioneshe said his heart was brokentruth was never spokenwe bought a bookand laid it on the path where you walked..
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