Songtexte PEACH - Adam Melchor
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                peach
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                sight 
                                                for 
                                                sore 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                who 
                                                devastates 
                                                you 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                in 
                                                all 
                                                her 
                                                white 
                                                lies
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                believed 
                                                her
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                keeps 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                once 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                taste 
                                                of 
                                                her 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                tongue 
                                                and 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                mind, 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Her 
                                                claiming 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                waiting 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                fading 
                                                farther 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                she 
                                                sails 
                                                through
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                just 
                                                her 
                                                oyster
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                you 
                                                walk 
                                                arm 
                                                in 
                                                arm 
                                                through 
                                                every 
                                                park 
                                                while 
                                                girls 
                                                and 
                                                boys 
                                                stir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows 
                                                when 
                                                this 
                                                life 
                                                ends?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                it 
                                                stops 
                                                or 
                                                starts 
                                                again?
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                our 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                numbered, 
                                                babe, 
                                                then 
                                                why 
                                                do 
                                                we 
                                                keep 
                                                count?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                just 
                                                sit, 
                                                enjoy 
                                                the 
                                                view 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                of 
                                                you 
                                                right 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                peach 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                lips
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                juice 
                                                from 
                                                every 
                                                bite 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                she 
                                                wants 
                                                to 
                                                sip
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                then 
                                                turn 
                                                me 
                                                into 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                holy 
                                                ghosts 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                just 
                                                say 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                is 
                                                gold, 
                                                now 
                                                is 
                                                mud
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                garden 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                grow 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                become
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                held 
                                                in 
                                                pots 
                                                of 
                                                clay
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                now 
                                                I'll 
                                                have 
                                                this 
                                                look 
                                                of 
                                                sadness 
                                                pressed 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                knows 
                                                when 
                                                this 
                                                life 
                                                ends?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                it 
                                                stops 
                                                or 
                                                starts 
                                                again?
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                our 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                numbered, 
                                                babe, 
                                                then 
                                                why 
                                                do 
                                                we 
                                                keep 
                                                count?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                just 
                                                sit, 
                                                enjoy 
                                                the 
                                                view 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                of 
                                                you 
                                                right 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                peach, 
                                                hmm
 
                                    
                                
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