From Bombay to Bangalore, all the Hindus know the score
If
Give me time
To realise my crime
Let me love and steal
I
You say that you’re misunderstood
But you like it that way
Then
You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You
I don't know much, but I know what I feel
There's
Theres the loving in your eyes
All the way
If I listen
Love Is Love
You don't have to touch it to know
Love
Oh Lord, gimme strength, sweet Lord gimme love
Oh Lord, gimme
I know all there is to know about the crying
Don't put your head on my shoulder
Sink me in a
The victims we know so well
They shine in your eyes
When
