Låttexter:
Batta Alexandre

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The early light is breaking The morning sun is waiting in the sky And I think I'm gonna break away And follow where the birds of freedom fly I need you

Out in the deserts of darkness and dreams, Out though the oceans of sadness we sailed. Venturing onwards through mystical scenes, Blown on the whim of

We rode in the morning Casablanca to the west On the Atlas mountain foothills Leading down to Marrakesh For Mohamed and Morocco We had taken up our guns

I was reading in a history book before the seventh war They used to have a thing that they called love that we don't have any more I don't know the feeling

We can't go on any more with this notion Just saving up to buy a ball and chain Seems it's all arranged. You can't buy time and you can't buy emotion

Baby, do you understand me now, Sometimes I feel a little mad. But, don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel. When things go wrong I feel

we're up in the BIG LEAGUES My dirty it's our turn at bat And just as long as we livin, it's Lunatics playa It ain't nuttin wrong with that, huh - batter

need is you runnin' your mouth One more strike an', buddy, you struck out Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter