Like the desert needs rain…
Like a fortune needs fame…
Children grow old,
Sand turns to gold
We all rise up to stars so high.
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
& there's no better proof- we want to find a way to shine.
You'll get into a groove- you want it, you’ll get it right
The time has come, you’re the chosen one,
No escape from what you’ve said & done.
Desire, desire
Desire, desire
Like the desert needs rain, we all want to fly so high…
Like a fortune needs fame, we want it, we'll get it right...
Desire, desire
Desire, drsire
Anya 1 - Desire
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