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Kate Bush Lionheart

It's been such a long week So much crying I no longer see a future I've been told when I get older That I'll understand it all But I'm not sure if I want

In the warm room Her perfume reaches you Eventually, you'll fall for her Down you'll go To where the mellow wallows In the warm room She'll touch you

Spent a lot of my time looking at blue The colour of my room and my mood Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth The sort of blue between clouds when

Kashka from Baghdad Lives in sin, they say With another man But no one knows who Old friends never call there Some wonder if life's Inside at all If

Lionheart, Oh! England, my Lionheart, Oh! England, my Lionheart, I don't want to go. Oh! England, my Lionheart, Oh! England, my Lionheart, Oh! England, my Lionheart

Traducció: Kate Bush. Oh England My Lionheart.

the names now. Are all Lionhearts put in parks, apart?" Lionhearts in the asylums, Lionhearts tossed at sea, Lionhearts who've lived their lives, like Arthur. Lionhearts in cathedrals, Lionhearts at mournings, Lionhearts

Down in the cellar You're getting into making poison. You slipped some on the side, Into my glass of wine, And I don't want any coffee--homeground

You stood in the belltower, But now you're gone. So who knows all the sights Of Notre Dame? They've got the stars for the gallant hearts. I'm the