Brainstorm - Reality Show
you can call me through the rain
but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
you can call me through the snow
it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
but when weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're safe in glory, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no time for cries and sorries
i will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
they say red rose is a faith
i say ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ lifeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too short to wait
what else can i say, i donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know, i donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know..
but i know, but i know, but i know ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ our river of love stops to flow
and when weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're safe in glory, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
Brainstorm - Reality Show Lyrics
Brainstorm - Reality Show Lyrics
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Brainstorm - Reality Show
you can call me through the rain
but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
you can call me through the snow
it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
but when weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're safe in glory, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no time for cries and sorries
i will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
they say red rose is a faith
i say ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ lifeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too short to wait
what else can i say, i donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know, i donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know..
but i know, but i know, but i know ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ our river of love stops to flow
and when weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're safe in glory, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
you can call me through the rain
but if love is one-sided it slowly turns into pain
you can call me through the snow
it sounds too sweet, my dear, it sounds for me like a show
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
but when weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're safe in glory, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no time for cries and sorries
i will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows
they say red rose is a faith
i say ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ lifeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too short to wait
what else can i say, i donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know, i donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't know..
but i know, but i know, but i know ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ our river of love stops to flow
and when weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ're safe in glory, thereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's no time for cries and sorries
I will be there, no lying, though my singing bird is dying
hey, the wind still blows
hey, too much reality shows