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Sierra

Here I am again, I've been here before I thought I could handle anything but I don't anymore Sorting through my scars to leave them at your throne Every

Like pennies in a wishing well I try but I can never tell Where this winding road of life Will lead tomorrow But in between the how and why The questions

I had my pride, I had my prayers I had my good intentions Thought I was strong and in control Thought I was self-sufficient In my delusion, well I thought

So quick to anger And so rarely slow to speak My best intentions Pick the worst of times to leave Lord, make me stronger Help me stand up to the test

Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening

We've got the time now, the rest of our lives Now you belong to me, now you belong to me Sierra, open the door and I'll walk right beside you My Sierra

ochocientos soldados, que tienen sitiada la sierra de Holandas El coronel le pregunta, cual es la gente que guas? son ochocientos soldados, que trae por la sierra

? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Good morning, this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands, legs, arms for real Little was known of Sierra

voy a pasar y pasar todos los dias por tu casa hasta que te diga tu mama quien ese hombre que tanto polvo levanta espero no se moleste por que soy perseverante