face I will be there when you die As long as you keep a straight face I will be there when you die I will be there when you die
There will be days of peace you'll never have the time. AS LONG AS YOU KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE, I will be there when you die. I was born in east kentucky
Übersetzung: My Morning Jacket. I Will Be There, wenn Sie sterben.
my ass I can feel my life (Son!) passin' I know I'm bout to die too And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you (I love you, Dad)"
mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside And
you to walk in But you're missing, when I shut out the lights You're missing, when I close my eyes You're missing, when I see the sun rise You're missing
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone desire Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they're gonna be there Ah
You better back up before I jack off Back off before I jack off [Proof] You better back off before he jack off (laughing) You better back off before I jack
Wilmington, Delaware Open air, there's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm yawning I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning Dido: My
at your side Sleep sweet lullaby it could be your last Jack's my name - I'm the ghost of the past When you wake up, I will be there Ripping your body
we only talk when I need it Or if I only miss you when I'm afraid I always carry you on my bag Any moment you're out of my sight I make mistakes in so
, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can't reveal when I glide With the moneybag Ride
smoke my ass I can feel my life (Son!) passin' I know I'm bout to die too And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you (I love you, Dad)"
't make you sharp you can't sew a stitch with one hand While you're taking it apart yeah, misty morning and my mum's a mess to make matters worse dog my
I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you can call me so that I can send
But now, I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimps smack you up You gotta learn to