Letra de Too Much Of Heaven - Eiffel 65
Letra de canci�n de Too Much Of Heaven de Eiffel 65 lyrics
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
They�re still talking about money.
That�s right and too much of heaven.
Come on my friend.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
Into their bank account,
That�s too much of heaven bringing them underground.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar on going on into their pocket,
Into the bank account, (Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much)
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
They�re still talking about money.
That�s right and too much of heaven.
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Come on my friend.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
Into their bank account,
That�s too much of heaven bringing them underground.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar on going on into their pocket,
Into the bank account, (Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much)
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Oh, let me tell you what�s all about.
Too much of heaven, bring you undergrooouund.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
They�re still talking about money.
That�s right and too much of heaven.
Come on my friend.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
Into their bank account,
That�s too much of heaven bringing them underground.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar on going on into their pocket,
Into the bank account, (Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much)
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
They�re still talking about money.
That�s right and too much of heaven.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/too-much-of-heaven-eiffel-65.php
Come on my friend.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket,
Into their bank account,
That�s too much of heaven bringing them underground.
Let me tell you what it�s about,
It�s called money dependence today.
And people just keeping on going on,
Looking at the dollar bill,
And nothing else around them.
No love, no friendship, nothing else.
Just the dollar on going on into their pocket,
Into the bank account, (Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much, Much)
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Oh, let me tell you what�s all about.
Too much of heaven, bring you undergrooouund.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground.
Heaven, can always turn around.
Too much of heaven, a life and soul hell bound.
Heaven, the killer makes no sound.
