We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You’re my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts will meet again
Never leave me out here in the cold I say
For my never ending dream
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
We had a million of days
I know that our time has run out
You’re my everlasting groove
Forget the past for the time to come
In all our thoughts will meet again
Never leave me out here in the cold I say
For my never ending dream
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
Caus there’s a place in the world
I know where I rather would be
In the fabric sales of love
Where everything has a happy end
A world my friend
In fantasy land
We will be together all the time my dear
In the fairytales of love
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
For a moment a touch you feel
Like a vision of an angel
As our love, undecided disappears forever
Always longing to have you there
Fell the power and the passion
Feel me slipping from your hands
Please break my fall
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
Love in december
I will always remember
A summer with passion,
Fatal attraction
Colours are fading
Like the leaves in November
What’s left of the magic
We felt in the springtime
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