Текст песни Amber - The Gardener & The Tree

Ambers in the sand
Try pick ′em up by hand
I know some things are noxious
And some rare
So handle it with care
Don't lose it all I swear

My heart′s a thing you could have called your own
Oooh
Your own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Your own
Your own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own

Sit upon a stone
Won′t blossom by their own
Accepting it was part of growing old
Ancient stories tell
Those towers ring a bell
When fire comes to burn the hopes you had
Take it as it is
And so the story ends

My heart′s a thing you could have called your own
Your own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Your own
Your own

You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh
You could have called it your own oh oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh-oh-oh

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