Just another dreamer
To the hands of the night
Just another dreamer
By the look of these eyes
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
Just another dreamer
To the eyes of his land
Just another dreamer
By the way he replies
That he'll climb the highest mountain without a rope
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
So cruel.... so cruel .... so cruel
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La Ley - Just Another Dreamer Lyrics
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Just another dreamer
To the hands of the night
Just another dreamer
By the look of these eyes
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
Just another dreamer
To the eyes of his land
Just another dreamer
By the way he replies
That he'll climb the highest mountain without a rope
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
So cruel.... so cruel .... so cruel
To the hands of the night
Just another dreamer
By the look of these eyes
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
Just another dreamer
To the eyes of his land
Just another dreamer
By the way he replies
That he'll climb the highest mountain without a rope
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
He believes that writing sad songs with no guitar
Is the way to make her cry
He prefers to be cool
Cause his life has treated him so cruel
So cruel.... so cruel .... so cruel
Writer: ALBERTO CUEVAS OLMEDO, LUCIANO ROJAS BARLARO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.