The Ballroom Songtext

Marie Corbo

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The Ballroom Songtext
Every single house has its holes
And in your hands you bring the mold
And every single man has his day
I don't even have to think nor have to pray
And you can take anything and make it better
You take everything and make it better
And anything will be ok
Just be ok
Just be ok
And I don't care if now or then
If now or then you find a way
Find a way

And don't let my tone deceive you

I believe you
I need you
I love you
I receive you

I wont gain the world to lose you

And don't let my tone deceive you

I believe you
I need you
I love you
I receive you
I believe you
I need you
I love you
I receive you
I believe you
I need you
I love you
I receive you
I believe you
I need you
I love you
I receive you

And I wont gain the world to lose you
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