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Spring Comes Our Way (feat. Fernando Perdomo) (Live Improv Edit)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elizaveta
Elizaveta
Vocals
Fernando Perdomo
Fernando Perdomo
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizaveta Igorevna Khripounova
Elizaveta Igorevna Khripounova
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elizaveta
Elizaveta
Producer

Lyrics

Perhaps the words are everything I've got
I know that isn't that a lot
But I cannot convince you anyhow
And even though I'm standing right here now
You seem to think that it's my fault
That winter's getting colder
And I have this dream upon my shoulder
That you and I will fly away
When spring comes around one day
This is all that I can say
All that I can say
When you and I were younger we were stronger
We just whirled around in this crazy little dance
Before romance there was a friendship
That kept us breathing every single day
But now I know that maybe it is over
And I can't promise you a thing
But here I am and I still sing for you, for you
Again and again
I've gotta learn to be honest
Honest with this pain
Honest with this pain
I'm not so good at being open
Because they take you and they break you
When they see you're not protected
The shells we wear and when we're scared
We roll up like a stone
And so I, maybe I will end up all alone
And maybe you will know how much it meant to me
You were my friend for all these years
For all these years
You were a friend for all these years
This spring, spring comes our way
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow
It doesn't come for another year
But you and I, we'll be alive
We'll sit here and drink our wine
One day, one day we'll disappear
This spring, spring comes our way
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow
It doesn't come for another year
But you and I, we'll be alive
We'll sit here and drink our wine
One day, one day we'll disappear
This spring, spring comes our way
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow
It doesn't come for another year
But you and I, we'll be alive
We'll sit here and drink our wine
One day, one day we'll disappear
But now it's spring
Written by: Elizaveta Igorevna Khripounova
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