Letra de Losing touch de The Killers
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Letra de LOSING TOUCH de THE KILLERS.
( The Killers )
Console me in my darkest hour
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
I ain´t in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends
I´m losing touch
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
It must be true
Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always hear my cries
I wonder what you´ve got conspired
I´m sure it dons a consolation prize
I ain´t in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends
I´m losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost, but you made your way back home
You sold your soul like a Roman Vagabond, yeah
I heard you found a wishing well
In the city
Console me in my darkest hour
And you throw me down
I ain´t in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends
I´m losing touch
Fill your crown with rumors
Impending doom
It must be true
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman Vagabond
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
I´m losing touch
Convince me that the truth is always grey
Caress me in your velvet chair
Conceal me from the ghost you cast away
I ain´t in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends
I´m losing touch
Fill their heads with rumors of impending doom
It must be true
Console me in my darkest hour
And tell me that you always hear my cries
I wonder what you´ve got conspired
I´m sure it dons a consolation prize
I ain´t in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends
I´m losing touch
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows
Of how you got lost, but you made your way back home
You sold your soul like a Roman Vagabond, yeah
I heard you found a wishing well
In the city
Console me in my darkest hour
And you throw me down
I ain´t in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends
I´m losing touch
Fill your crown with rumors
Impending doom
It must be true
But you made your way back home
You sold your soul, like a Roman Vagabond
And about how you got lost, but you made your way back home
You went and sold your soul, an allegiance dead and gone
I´m losing touch
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