Letra de Sierra Madre - Rough Silk
Letra de canci�n de Sierra Madre de Rough Silk lyrics
Desert tales and sidewalk stories � pearlwhite skulls of broken dreams
Beyond the path of consequences life ain�t always what it seems
The truth is like a tumbleweed - past the point of no return
we become what we once chose to be while the bridges behind us burn
�Countdown� : 3 2 1 0
All the endless miles of bad road � all the pleasure - all the pain
All the words we yell in anger - all the tears we cry in vain
All the questions never answered � all the lonely hours, too
All the reasons for whatever and the evil that men do � Sierra Madre
All the million times I was way too wrong to admit that someone else was right
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All the hours my own worst enemy was my selfish foolish pride
So adios, my dear compadres, it�s so hard to say goodbye
but I�m damned to be a searcher - until the day I die
�Countdown� : 3 2 1 0
All the endless miles of bad road � all the pleasure - all the pain
All the words we yell in anger - all the tears we cry in vain
All the questions never answered � all the lonely hours, too
All the reasons for whatever and the evil that men do � Sierra Madre
Beyond the path of consequences life ain�t always what it seems
The truth is like a tumbleweed - past the point of no return
we become what we once chose to be while the bridges behind us burn
�Countdown� : 3 2 1 0
All the endless miles of bad road � all the pleasure - all the pain
All the words we yell in anger - all the tears we cry in vain
All the questions never answered � all the lonely hours, too
All the reasons for whatever and the evil that men do � Sierra Madre
All the million times I was way too wrong to admit that someone else was right
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/sierra-madre-rough-silk.php
All the hours my own worst enemy was my selfish foolish pride
So adios, my dear compadres, it�s so hard to say goodbye
but I�m damned to be a searcher - until the day I die
�Countdown� : 3 2 1 0
All the endless miles of bad road � all the pleasure - all the pain
All the words we yell in anger - all the tears we cry in vain
All the questions never answered � all the lonely hours, too
All the reasons for whatever and the evil that men do � Sierra Madre
