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A-Camp - Song For The Leftovers

A-Camp - Song For The Leftovers

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A-Camp - Song For The Leftovers

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The night s on the edge now
Hanging low against the tide
The world is at it's best now
When the loveless ones collide

It's a long night
A beautiful night
And we're the first leftovers of the night

I'm thinking 'bout the last times
And the people I had to hurt
I wonder why they couldn't touch
And why I never gave it up

You weren't hard to find
You didn't run and hide
We were the first leftovers of the night
Hide of the night

The silence is a burden
When you don't really want to talk
I'm trying really hard now
To set alight my sleepy heart

We made a pretty sight
It seems we've found some pride
In being the first leftovers of the night
Hide of the night, i-ight

And everything is alright now
Everything is alright now
Everything is alright

You're not what I was after
But I'm happy with what I found
To dream of new beginnings
When the end is all around

I think you're alright
You qualify
For being my supernova
It's a gambling life
A lonely strife
But I think we're the best leftovers of the night
Hide of the night, hi-hide

And everything is alright now
Oh everything is alright now
Everything is alright


  • Ut aliquid fiat - oby nic sie nie stało.
  • Mając dwadzieścia lat myślałem tylko o kochaniu. Potem kochałem już tylko myśleć. Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
  • Amor omnia vincit - miłość wszystko zwycięży. Horacy
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  • Być może dla świata jesteś tylko człowiekiem, ale dla niektórych ludzi jesteś całym światem. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  • Batuta: Cóż winna batuta, gdy błędy tkwią w nutach. Korkosz E
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