Return-THE WEDDING

This love is like a raging line It’s a heart of gold, it’s giving You a place to call home You’ve tried so hard to make it on your own You got to understand, I’m making Myself known Come back to the airwaves, burn the ashes Raise the grave up to the sun Sing of Me, sing of My love Like a bullet from a gun (Shout) through the airwaves (Bang bang) raise the dead Sing of Me, sing of My love Like a bullet from a gun It’s time for me to bring the black back And capture the songs and take ’em to the streets if we can Sing loud, we might just sing it now We got to shake the world, we got to lift our voice Come back, come back, oh Come back, come back [[Category:The Wedding]]

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