heaven is the whole of the heart and heaven don't tear you apart yeah heaven is the whole of the heart and heaven don't tear you apart yeah heaven ah heaven
train Heaven is the whole of the heart And Heaven don't tear you apart Yeah, Heaven is the whole of the heart And Heaven don't tear you apart And Heaven
Heaven is the Face Heaven is the face of a little girl With dark brown eyes That disappear when she smiles Heaven is the place Where she calls my name
Traduzione: Steven Curtis Chapman. Heaven Is The Face.
Traduzione: Face To Face. Cielo.
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off of me I can't use it any more It's getting dark too dark to see feel I'm knocking on heaven's door door door door Knock knock knocking on heaven'
And hard work gets it's due and you turn out like a verooka On the foot of style but Heaven sent you Heaven sent you But Heaven sent you Heaven sent you
Se non fossi io, questo io di adesso, io con la mia faccia, me lo chiedo spesso sai cosa sarei, il meccanico che ha l'anima molto piu pulita delle
I struck gold That's cold, better yet it's freezin, honey steady teasin Tis the season for skeezin, no teasin just some heavy breathin Hoe pros and when she blows, only heaven
acting like the U.S. Mint Heaven sent niggaz, grave diggas for figgas And send shivers to you jiggas, unloading triggas cause uh we [Hook x2] [Big Pokey] I keep my game face
you. Tra La La La La. (667, the number of belief. Inside your Heaven Your Faith is underneath. 667, a matter of the soul At the gates of Heaven, your
our first time I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed I'ma put you to bed, bed, bed [Verse Two:] I'm starin' at you while you're sleep Irreplaceable beauty Put my face
to trurk it outand i aint gone lie waitin for you call any second now to say you comin over that your on your way cant wait to see you face to face and
Heaven, is there a chance that you could come down And open doors to hurtin' People Like Me People Like Me, People Like Me People Like Me, People
obsession Should I, could I Heave the silver hollow sliver Piercing through another victim Turn and tremble be judgmental Ignorant to all the symbols Blind the face
You' re out of reach and I'm choking on the distance like a pilgrim with no place to rest your's is the face that steals my breath your's is the voice
