later, now we're giving up I start the engine, you start to cry It's a beautiful memory but a sad, sad goodbye How many times have we wished on a star
Übersetzung: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. Blow Out The Stars, Turn Off The Moon.
buy it or sell it Your love changes everything Oh, could you stay, my love? Oh, could you wait, my love? Thirty days go by before you realize what you had You turn
Here I am, is it too late? When all I've known has been misplaced Hold me close, don't ever let me go You come to me like a summer's breeze Now I've
I've been running with my soul so tired about you I've been running with my soul so tired, how about you? Could you walk if I was stumbling? Could you
Wouldn't let you go down tonight Wouldn't leave you hanging on a wire tonight Oh these ragged hours and ragged days keep me down Won't let me get away
I've been staring at the same wall for days Ask me if I'm okay, I just may I've been standing in the same spot for hours I'll send you some flowers You
Everyday's not like any other day With all that I have here and you Everyday's not like any day before With all that you gave me gets me off the floor
You're giving me chills You've given me life You're giving me thrills Oh, what a ride And I wanna feel warm And I wanna feel right I wanna feel good
Desperate in the afternoon Wanting just to meet with you for tea Silence slowly fills the air Hesitation is just a friend to me Life feels so usual
Love, give me time Need a moment to make up my mind Light, light of the day I can watch you slowly fade away Come on, love, open my eyes Can't see past
I live but only for today 'Cause I died but that was yesterday But doubt is such a lonly place When faith is half the world away Just come away 'Cause
Wait, what a beautiful place Sun breaking through to my face My face, my face Please, get me off of my knees I'm just begging you please Please, please
Stuck in a rut and you can't get out Wanted to run but I had to doubt That I was alive like the very first time I swear to you that this is life So take
old St. Nick He'll singe your eyebrows off with one snap flick of his Bic That's old Slick He's finer than frog hair He'll give you that albacore stare
E.K.R.] Mh-hm Ganz' Crew [Steele] Yeah, let's blow somethin Roll up somethin Ha Hold it up Hold it up [E.K.R.] Shoot the gift [Steele] 1-2 Turn my mic
a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze Remote in my hand, model bitch on my mate Baby girl want Chloe and Fende spars She wants to fly to L.A. and live like a star
nicest kids in town Every afternoon You turn your T.V. on (na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na-na) And we know you turn the sound up When your parents
