reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our
the end of a pale afternoon And the dogs are all worn out And the horses all lame Oh the hunters they're hunted At the end of the game Our
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Übersetzung: Stachel. Prelude To End Of The Game.
Übersetzung: Stachel. End Of The Game.
a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our love
down the tracks All those young girls fall back and say There goes that sleek young silhouette He don't drive no Corvette But he stings just like a Sting
would bicker like the other fools,but talk good game Never imagine all of the diaster that one could bring Good friend you should blame the game, I could
: [Puff] Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting, Bad Boy remix come on [Pras] Yo yo yo Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto pour out the bottle blow
not just anyone, Religiously livin' under the gun, My soul is at the mercy of the father an' son, I search my conscious, for remorse till my heart doesn't sting
all wood-grain, all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring, should blame the game
[Puff] Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting Bad Boy remix come on [Pras] Yo yo yo Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto pour out the bottle blow
