[Written by Pink Floyd] when you're to land on your feet what do you do to make ends meet? teach make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and
Inside the pocket of a clown Is a sad place to hang around Just watching smiles turn into frowns Inside the pocket of a clown Inside the heartache of
Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed The kind that puzzled the scribes and pharisees I don't worship it like a golden calf But change in my pocket
All these politics, it's a deception falling on America's weak They say we're keeping ourselves down We sold out on half ass trailer park dreams So now
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here and now our choices here are growing thin, as children grow they grow with what they see in these times where paranioa closes in power and hate a
i say to u that u are my one an only never leave me lonely putcha body on me and hold me close yeah lets take off to a place we aint neva been and make
Hey, hey, give 'em what they want If lust and hate is the candy If blood and love tastes so sweet Then we give 'em what they want Hey, hey, give 'em
Times are far between and few I bet We can look upon our lives without regret Of all the things I have done You think I'm proud of everyone Without exception
Everybody's wonderin' what and where They all came from Everybody's worryin' 'bout where they're gonna go When the whole thing's done But no one knows
Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone But in my mind I know they will still live on and on But how do you thank someone who
sens tout p'tit ! Dans les poches du berger, Il existe un sentier... Une morve bien sage Ornant les plis d'un vieux mouchoir ! Dans les poches du berger
Schenk mir ein paar Worte Fast ein Jahr ist vorbei Stunden des Glücks für uns zwei ich wünschte die Zeit würde nie mehr vergeh'n
By dean friedman Did you know I like, You know, I like the way I really like the way you look. And even though it's hard, You know, it's difficult to
You were God's best creation But I didn't know what I had Till it was too late When a man's getting older Seems the young girls get bolder And temptations
Es geht mir wieder gut, ich hab alles hinter mir. Ich steh bei der Musikbox, mein Blick fA¤llt auf die TA?r. Auf einmal geht sie auf und du bist da
(Francis Hime - Chico Buarque, 1978) Eu vou lhe dar a medida do Bonfim Nao me valeu Mas fico com o disco do Pixinguinha, sim? O resto e seu Trocando em
We're all victims of the system Still we love to place the blame We're running out of choices And there's no rules to the game, oh yeah I'm getting tired