Amber
Ambers in the sand
Try pick them up by hand
I know some things are noxious
And some rare
So handle it with care
Don't lose it or I swear
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Oooh
You own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Your own
Your own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
Seeds upon a stone
Won't blossom by their own
Accepting it was part of
Growing old
Ancient stories tell, those
Towers ring a bell
When fire comes to burn the
Hopes you had
Take it as it is
And so the story ends
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
You own
My heart's a thing you could have called your own
You own
You own
You could have called it your own oh oh
You could have called it your own oh oh
So let us turn the page
Ámbar
Ámbar en la arena
Intenta recogerlas con la mano
Sé que algunas cosas son nocivas
Y otras raras
Así que manéjalo con cuidado
No lo pierdas o juro
Mi corazón es algo que podrías haber llamado tuyo
Oh
Tuyo
Mi corazón es algo que podrías haber llamado tuyo
Tuyo
Tuyo
Mi corazón es algo que podrías haber llamado tuyo
Semillas sobre una piedra
No florecerán por sí solas
Aceptarlo fue parte de
Envejecer
Antiguas historias dicen, esas
Torres hacen sonar una campana
Cuando el fuego viene a quemar las
Esperanzas que tenías
Tómalo como es
Y así termina la historia
Mi corazón es algo que podrías haber llamado tuyo
Tuyo
Mi corazón es algo que podrías haber llamado tuyo
Tuyo
Tuyo
Podrías haberlo llamado tuyo oh oh
Podrías haberlo llamado tuyo oh oh
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