Tekstovi: Irma. Letter To The Lord. Their Truth.

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Take it easy, make it right
If they're wrong, don't start a fight
They say I'm too young
And it is sad that I won't talk about butterflies
But when I tell'em what's in my heart
It is not to make'em cry
Hear the notes, as your read the lines
See the signs now you read my mind

We don't care about their truth

You need to trust
We won't bite the dust
All of us, not just for us
For anybody that finds himself in all those words
Now you read my mind

We don't care about their truth

Don't you let'em see your tears
I am here to fly you to a place
where you won't have to fear

We don't care about their truth

(Merci a Mailys pour cettes paroles)