You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory? Say he who rides a pony must someday fall Talkin' to my alter, life is what you make it And if you make it death well rest your soul away Away, away yeah child It's a broken kind of feeling She'd have to tie me to the ceiling A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers child I wanna tell that I love you but does it really matter you? I just can't stand to see you dragging down again Again my baby I'm here, oh yeah, so I'm singing And this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone Yes it does And this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone I uses to treat you like a lady Now you're a substitute teacher This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight I owe the man some money so I'm turnin' over honey You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time And this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone Yes it does And this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's unkind that, it's unkind that It leave me alone Like a crown of thorns It's all who you know, yeah So don't burn your bridges woman 'Cause someday, yeah Kick it, oh yeah And this is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that leaves me alone, yeah This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on It's the kind that It's the kind that, yeah, yeah Baby I said, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon yeah" I said," Baby don't burn your bridges woman" [Incomprehensible] © STAR DOG MUSIC; POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com