Harlequin книги онлайн

I am on the run, from the men with the gun I am on the run, I'll never be his son Oh oh I'm on the run from the men with the gun And they're holding their weapons high Nor brother nor son, doesn't think I'm the one The royal heir I set my sight on the things you got Want the love and gold, want the highest spot The empty call in my heart Filled with your throne as you depart Golden light In my eyes The king's daughter Watch her rise Watch her rise From the ground Watch her rise Without a sound Your child on trial for the things you did All out of answers to your benefit The solitude in my mind Only needed your love but you left me behind Golden light... But you're in denial Of the things you said You left me here You left me for dead Golden light...