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| Siege (Vos|Spilker/Chielie) Sun grows on autumn leaves On ale and high I sit back and watch the breakers as the gulls fly by I nod and find your look Smouldering and sensual A wanton look But casual Bridge: If I need to run to you Then this will not be real I know the arguments can’t Change the way I feel If I need to run to you Then this will not be real I know the arguments can’t Change the way I feel Smile and you can take me home But only if you speak I’m weary of the weak Not all roads lead to Rome Take my hand and run me off Frisk me from the fray Don’t let the pain inside Last beyond today Bridge: If I need to run to you Then this will not be real I know the arguments can’t Change the way I feel If I need to run to you Then this will not be real I know the arguments can’t Change the way I feel Chorus: Troy would prolly burn for you Breech its own big walls I’ll burn it for me and wonder Would you have the balls? Solo Bridge: If I need to run to you Then this will not be real I know the arguments can’t Change the way I feel If I need to run to you Then this will not be real I know the arguments can’t Change the way I feel Chorus: Troy would prolly burn for you Breech its own big walls I’ll burn it for me and wonder Would you have the balls? Chorus: Troy would prolly burn for you Breech its own big walls I’ll burn it for me and wonder Would you have the balls? |