Paroles de la chanson Somewhere Beautiful par Wade Bowen
Compositeurs: Sean Michael Mcconnell
Editeurs: Warner Chappell Music France,Warner/Tamerlane Publishing Corp
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Paroles de la chanson Somewhere Beautiful par Wade Bowen
Looking down at the strip from my hotel room, must be a full moon 'cause they're all out tonight.
All the insecure boys and their muscle cars, young girls in push-up bras under neon lights.
They come here for freedom, freedom from anything.
For miles and miles down this road, you can hear them sing, with their voices, their engines, and their pounding radios, seems like 'round here, no one knows...no one knows that there's more, beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets.
Take my hand, let me pull you out of the blindness of your weary soul to somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful.
Is there any way to learn from what you've been told, do you really have to hold the experience.
All the insecure boys and their muscle cars, young girls in push-up bras under neon lights.
They come here for freedom, freedom from anything.
For miles and miles down this road, you can hear them sing, with their voices, their engines, and their pounding radios, seems like 'round here, no one knows...no one knows that there's more, beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets.
Take my hand, let me pull you out of the blindness of your weary soul to somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful.
Is there any way to learn from what you've been told, do you really have to hold the experience.
'Cause you could heed me now and come out clean.
Trust me I could spare you the consequence.
But I can tell by your eyes, there ain't no getting through.
'Cause you're helping and doing exactly what you gotta do.
So welcome to a long line of sinners and saints.
Is there anyone out there who waits.
Don't you know, that there's more beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets.
Take my hand. Let me pull you out of the blindness of your weary soul to somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful.
Don't you know, that there's more beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets.
Oh, take my hand. Let me pull you out of the blindness of your weary soul to somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful.
Trust me I could spare you the consequence.
But I can tell by your eyes, there ain't no getting through.
'Cause you're helping and doing exactly what you gotta do.
So welcome to a long line of sinners and saints.
Is there anyone out there who waits.
Don't you know, that there's more beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets.
Take my hand. Let me pull you out of the blindness of your weary soul to somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful.
Don't you know, that there's more beyond these dead skies and these filthy streets.
Oh, take my hand. Let me pull you out of the blindness of your weary soul to somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful...somewhere beautiful.
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