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Every Mother's Son - Matt Dusk.lrc

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[00:14.82](Smith / Niedzwiedz)
[00:16.26]Life Goes On like a carousel,
[00:19.50]Life goes on a never-ending tale
[00:24.99]Of love reborn, from the cradle warm
[00:32.79]A web is spun for every mother's son
[00:39.72]Life goes on like a spinning wheel
[00:46.26]Life goes on never standing still
[00:53.01]The gods decide how blessed am I
[00:59.61]The days to come for every mother's son
[01:09.00]And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
[01:15.15]But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart, what more can I say
[01:25.17]Than I was a king for a day
[01:35.88]Once the web is spun, for every mother's son
[02:00.60]Life goes on like a tapestry
[02:04.41]Life goes on each thread a part of me
[02:10.26]That master plan of who I am
[02:12.12]A day will come for every mother's son
[02:26.64]And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
[02:33.12]But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart, what more can I say
[02:43.47]Than I was a king for a day
[02:53.52]Once the web is spun, for every mother's son
[03:12.18]A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows
[03:24.72]That's the way it's spun, for every mother's son
[03:46.20]Every mother's son
文本歌词
(Smith / Niedzwiedz)
Life Goes On like a carousel,
Life goes on a never-ending tale
Of love reborn, from the cradle warm
A web is spun for every mother's son
Life goes on like a spinning wheel
Life goes on never standing still
The gods decide how blessed am I
The days to come for every mother's son
And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart, what more can I say
Than I was a king for a day
Once the web is spun, for every mother's son
Life goes on like a tapestry
Life goes on each thread a part of me
That master plan of who I am
A day will come for every mother's son
And these footprints in the sand maybe nothing grand
But if we leave a mark in somebody's heart, what more can I say
Than I was a king for a day
Once the web is spun, for every mother's son
A thorn a winter rose, some highs and then some lows
That's the way it's spun, for every mother's son
Every mother's son