Testo Every Word Was A Peice Of My Heart Jon Bon Jovi
A whisky bottle comforts me and tells me not to cry While a full moon say's a prayer for me I try to close my eyes
But the night ôs there to remind me Of the guns and the early graves The ghosts appear as I fall asleep To sing an outlaw ôs serenade
Dyin ain ôt much of a livinô When You re livinô on the run Dyin ain ôt much of a livin for the young Is it too late to ask for forgiveness For the things that I have done Dyin ain ôt much of a livin for the young
The desert ôs been a friend to me It covers me by night and a snakebite ôs not my enemy But it taught me how to fight
All this fame don ôt bring you freedom Though it wears a thin disguise When an outlaw is just a man to me and a man has to die
Dyin ain ôt...
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And I hope someone will pray for me When it s my turn to die . . . pray' for me
Dyin ain ôt...
The desert ôs been a friend to me It covers me by night and a snakebite ôs not my enemy But it taught me how to fight