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No Limit

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 14.06.2012

What's the noise who's to blame
The Maserati comes unchained
Smell the power and energy
Come away, come away, come away

You're the rider of the wildest storm
Live your dreams before they're gone
Feel the spirit that sets you free
Come away, come away, come away

You gotta live it up there's no limit
We gotta make it there's no limit
You give it all you've got there's no limit
Reach for the sky

We gonna leave for tomorrowland
We've got the future on our hands
A piece of heaven for you and me
Come away, come away, come away

You gotta live it up there's no limit
We gotta make it there's no limit
You give it all you've got there's no limit
Reach for the sky

You gotta let it go there's no limit
We gotta take it there's no limit
You leave me hot and cold there's no limit
Reach for the sky

Higher higher
Take me higher always higher
Reach for the sky


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