Told you I felt lucky with my Humble breasts, well, I don't Said that I was sure the world was Gonna change, well, I'm not Before I didn't give a damn
All I can hear is the clucking of tongues I can see them plucking at crumbs of conversations A drunk uncle's breath and they're touching my hand As now
"La Marcha Real" ?Viva Espana! Cantemos todos juntos con distinta voz y un solo corazon. ?Viva Espana! Desde los verdes valles al inmenso mar, un himno
Pull the shades, I'll stay here in the dark tonight. Because I'm afriad I might catch a glimpse of myself in the light. I hate this fucking song, but
i can't feel my fingers as i hold on for my life. quiet as this blanket hurts to breathe hurts to try. i have defined january. the end of another new
(music by Tommy Jackson, 1976) Instrumental from the album SUDAN VILLAGE (1976).
In the 1957 blue and green two door sedan We divided all we own and I've packed all I can The back seat's piled high with things in the front seat tears
it's instrumental
She keeps it simple And I am thankful for her kind of lovin' 'Cause it's simple No longer do we wonder if we're together We're way past that And I've
The masters of my faith I trust my thoughts Into your fargone light I am alone, for you are plenty I am alone in facing you You and your power
Reach for higher ground About the way you look Way you scream out loud Mine, just like the last time It's all the same to me, she said Let's pretend
lado Quiero mirarte y sentir Quiero perderme esperando Yo quiero quererte o morir En el momento que vi tu mirada buscando mi cara La madrugada del 20 de Enero
Huyendo del frio busque en las rebajas de enero y halle una "flaca bonita" que no estaba mal cansada de tanto esperar el amor verdadero le dio por poner
dr jannermorge chunnt wie samet u syde uf faderliechte fuess zum fanschter y u wenn i myni ouge zue tue gsehn i di no mau mueterseeu allei vor offere
Put all the past in a box and seal it with shrink wrap Send it away to a place you'll never go Smash all the glass that is keeping you trapped in a bottle
Dancing for your fortune Like you should Throw a rocket Call the hobby(?) that you love Dance around the circle Now i expect nothing's safe (?) There
My January days, they feel so dark and old My January days, all about to come true Hey mother, I will sing Hey mother, I will sing Stay, when nothing
January January to the one, January to the nine I swear I've found my piece of mind Can you let me tell you the rest of your life That you can be anything