: On vient tous d'une capote usee On vient tous d'un immense amour D'une histoire d'acides amines Pour caniches & pour troubadours L'annuaire des cycles
: Anything's O.K. You want the moon Don't get the wrong idea You want the moon for you I'd shoot it sucker but first you've got to pay You want the king
: Sto fumando... Le palline sono blu, E penso che oceano di biglie, La mia mente vuota, tra di esse, Sto troppo bene, Ma chi sto aspettando, Dell
: come warm your hands on hellfire and brimstone empty the pockets of the innocent victim bound by fear we misplace trust in your voice inside these
: explain it with something that I came from nothing? Theories, all not true you say that proof is what you guessed before spend your whole life relying
: Most people are not ok, but they're taking their siestas in the sun Got some ideas on the way it should be But most of 'em just carrying on Happy
: I don't know who u are I don't know who u want to be when I carbonate the test tube then u won't see me I've got a twin cab diesel combo it takes me
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You said, "Everything sounds right" I say, 'everything is beautiful I'll get to see you tonight And wake up to your smile" You said, "Everything sounds
When I was not so mm You were that wanna so mm Oh marbles and some gum If with all could fine mm, mm, mm And when we went to school mm I was the
(takanami) Translators: ed valdez, ayumi suzuki, ted mills Pinku no kokoro to Indigo na muudo o Koppu no naka de Sukoshi yurashitara Meroo ieroo mo
I cut your nails and comb your hair I carry you down the stairs I wanted to see right through from the other side I wanted to walk a trail with no end
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I've traveled 'round this country from shore to shining shore It really made me wonder the things I heard and saw I saw the weary farmer plowing sod
I don't know who you are Don't know who you want to be When I carbonate the test tube Then you won't see me I got a twin cab diesel combo It takes me
Most people are not okay But they're taking their siestas in the sun Got some ideas on the way it should be But most of 'em just carrying on Happy colored
Money, marbles and chalk, sweetheart But I still feel like I'm poor 'Cause my money won't spend and my marbles won't roll And my chalk, it don't ride
How countless they congregate O'er our tumultuous snow Which flows in shapes as tall as trees When wintry winds do blow As if with keenness for our fate