Sula I can hear The flood that is coming to dry your fiery tears Sula A flock of robins in flight Oh mystery, how you touched me with your eyes
Oh started I forget You never want to hear The echo of my voice
Sula, Sula You made men A fickle game that you knew how to play And could understand
I wish you were gone I wish you were gone Oh
I used to think that you took it all But instead you maybe took a fall girl
Ooh, aah I'll be waiting for ya I'll be waiting for ya To be a modest saviour To be a modest saviour I'll be waiting for ya I'll be waiting for ya I'll be waiting for ya I'll be waiting for ya
Ah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah Ah bah bah bah bah bah
I'll be waiting for ya I'll be waiting for ya
Ooh [x2]
fuente: musica.com
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