Песня «Overjoyed» исполнителя Bastille. Скачать или слушать онлайн

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Oh, I feel overjoyed When you listen to my words I see them sinking in Oh, I see them crawling underneath your skin [Pre-Chorus] Words are all we have We’ll be talking, we’ll be talking These words are all we have We’ll be talking [Chorus 1] And I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night [Verse 2] You lean towards despair Any given opportunity you’re there But what is there to gain When you’re always falling off the fence that way? [Pre-Chorus] Words are all we have We’ll be talking, we’ll be talking These words are all we have We’ll be talking [Chorus 2] And I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night [Bridge] Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, ah Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, ah… [Chorus 2] And I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night Oh, I hear you calling in the dead of night [Outro] Oh, I feel overjoyed When you listen to my words…

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The Draw

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