the bodies shaken, yeah Oh, the tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Lord, is this a test Was it fun creating, yeah? My God's a little
the bodies shaken, yeah Oh the tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm rakin' Lord is this a test Was it fun creating, yeah? My God's a little sick
the bodies shaken, yeah Oh the tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Lord is this a test Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little sick
Übersetzung: Alice In Chains. A Little Bitter.
Übersetzung: Various Artists. A Little Bitter.
When the bodies shaken, yeah Oh the tightness in my chest Still your leaves I'm raking Lord is this a test Was it fun creating, yeah? My god's a little
You are my little red dot You are my little red dot don't worry the water is not too deep don't worry the hill is not too steep You are my little
In my little thatched hut where blue-green grass grows by the brook I lounge and I look (I lounge and I look. I lounge and I look) for my own true love
denn dieser Pfad tut weh Ich wunschte Gott gibt mir ein Pflaster, damit Wunden heilen Halte durch, denn man muss stark in diesen Stunden sein Hier, nimm meine Hand Bitte
Toulouse das liegt im Nimmerland Je parle francais un peu Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Combien tu veux? Believe me I can speak a little bit of English
: Cavalier roses, but the thorns got in my soul Chocolate box intention, but a bitter taste left me cold Take a little something, a present clouds
one's name, how can this madness be? Do you know what I feel... my true sense turns insane! When the most senseless is called sane As the wheel turns with bitter
: Lindsey: Questioning it all. To look is to gaze upon a soul that has no meaing. Forgive me, is something that you'll never do. Soulless bitter raptured
: I know I feel I should explain A little better for your mind, to take the time and listen It's just that I have heard it all before. I'm not in this
scream, Tray Deee went insane I guess the little, mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little
To the truest shit I ever spoke Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little