Текст песни: A1 - Make It Through The Night



She`s all alone,

Making her way to a cold, empty home

Nobody waiting and no-one to hold.

She`s holding her own.



He wakes up late,

Stares at the mirror to find his own face.

Picks out the pieces he hides from within.

He doesn`t fit in. Do you?



I`ve made up my mind, everything`s fine.

We`re gonna

Make it through the night!

I`ve made up my mind, everything`s fine.

We`re gonna

Make it through the night!



Opens her eyes,

Looks all around her, there`s faith in disguise

There`s no more secrets to shadow with lies

She swallows her pride.



Somebody care,

Hard to be seen when there`s no-body there

It`s getting closer

No need to pretend,

Just let it in and believe!



Things ain`t getting better

`Cos she still feels the same

She`s hiding from her better days

The chance to take the pain away

And find the answer out there in the end



Maybe today or maybe tomorrow,

Guess the hands of faith

Been making you wait too long

I know the way to forget all our sorrow.

Be the first in line to admit than you

were wrong sometimes

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She`s all alone,

Making her way to a cold, empty home

Nobody waiting and no-one to hold.

She`s holding her own.



He wakes up late,

Stares at the mirror to find his own face.

Picks out the pieces he hides from within.

He doesn`t fit in. Do you?



I`ve made up my mind, everything`s fine.

We`re gonna

Make it through the night!

I`ve made up my mind, everything`s fine.

We`re gonna

Make it through the night!



Opens her eyes,

Looks all around her, there`s faith in disguise

There`s no more secrets to shadow with lies

She swallows her pride.



Somebody care,

Hard to be seen when there`s no-body there

It`s getting closer

No need to pretend,

Just let it in and believe!



Things ain`t getting better

`Cos she still feels the same

She`s hiding from her better days

The chance to take the pain away

And find the answer out there in the end



Maybe today or maybe tomorrow,

Guess the hands of faith

Been making you wait too long

I know the way to forget all our sorrow.

Be the first in line to admit than you

were wrong sometimes

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