Don't know if it's the circle of life or déjà vu, But you keep leaving me like you do. Don't know if it's the circle of life or déjà vu, But you keep leaving me lik...

To the swaying cradles, Skipping ropes and dusty saddles; To the swaying cradles, Skipping ropes and dusty saddles;

In between the white streets of memories, Lies a burrow of truth;If unearthed, past will be in a gre... In between the white streets of memories, Lies a burrow of truth;If unearthed, p...