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I remember coming out that tunnel mouthsinging high and in the water, spring and sing before usthe palms hung like reconsidered suicidesfrom the red ponds of mountain sides preserved as a lion was preserved at the startthis was along time agoRun the echos were turning slowit doesn't materthe echos were turning slowthe echos were turning slowit doesn't materit doesn't materthe echos were turning slowit doesn't materit doesn't materit drives before my lips closeit doesn't materit doesn't materMy gift to you was a lake of tears, what a day for 8 long yearsMy gift to you was a lake of tears, Letras de cancionesa lake ofthe echos were turning slowit doesn't materit doesn't materthe echos were turning slowit doesn't materit doesn't mater From Letras Mania