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LINDA EDER >> Merchandise Links
LINDA EDER
Music: Frank Wildhorn Lyrics: Frank Wildhorn The moon is afraid to come out tonight there'll be no dinners by candlelight, there is an aura of doom in the air, and a storm out at sea Every Picasso tonight is in blue. the currency's plummeting down in Peru. and it won't come back 'till you come back to me. The world's gone mad, since we have parted. and mother nature doesn't like what she can see. she's feeling sad, and brokenhearted. but she'll be feeling better, if you come back to me. Tonight all the winners have learned how to lose even Tchaikovsky is playin' the blues and the hole in the sky makes the winter a balmy one hundred and three The papers are sayin' that love is passé the poets are striking, but not for the pay and they won't write, till you come back to me It's clear to see, we were mistaken Shakespeare himself could not create such tragedy don't you agree, first steps must be taken but we can fix this mess, when you come back to me Tonight every song is a bit out of tune the cow tried to jump but crashed into the moon you have to admit it cannot be too soon till we're in harmony For what really matters we never can learn. spring will arrive so the birds can return but they won't come back till you come back to me they won't come back till you come back they're stayin' put till you come back to me Till you come back to me
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