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(Oh) I wanna know your name You just killed me, could you at least do that? I wanna know your name Or better yet, stand there Just do that [2x] Hey
Into the streets, we're coming down We never sleep, Never get tired Through urban fields, and suburban life Turn the crowd up now, We'll never back down
She says she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP And she stay up all hours watching QVC She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3 And so I put
(tajima / konishi) Translator: kirk cumming Ai suru omae ni Okuru yo kono uta wo Taikutsu shita nara Kamawanai sa tobashite Kono tsumetai sekai Ai
(Oh) I wanna know your name You just killed me, could you at least do that? I wanna know your name Or better yet, stand there, just do that (Oh) I wanna
My my, at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way The history book on the shelf Is always repeating
Sleep well, beautiful dolphin Sleep well, white wolf We have love for each other For each other Forever Sleep well, beautiful dolphin Sleep well, white
Vi undrar i??r ni redo att vara med Armarna upp nu ska ni fi?? se Kom igen Vem som helst kan vara med Si?? ri??r pi?? era fi??tter Oa-a-a Och vicka era
Green or red, goodnight, remember Green is best of all the flavours Go ahead, it's only water I love my swedish fish I love my swedish fish I love my
Wo, ho, ho The wise woman said ''Once you're hardened in battle, there's no coming back'' (Fight or fall) And before the attack Feel your blood starts
Camilla om du borja frysa Sa kan du fa komma hit och mysa Sa ska jag varma dig i natt Camilla om du vill kramas Sa ta av dig din rosa pyjamas Sa ska
The wise women said, Once your heart is in battle There is no coming back (Fight for Thor) And before the attack Feel your blood starts to boiling in
Just because we?ve stopped doesn?t mean we?re stuck You say we?re out of touch and we?re out of luck I try and fight the blade I stay at home and wait
When I rode in a trolley across your face With a Swedish man I bet that wasn't in your plans for the day My, what a strange day for poor little Nietzsche
Joao Monge ? Alfredo Duarte Era um mago da sueca era doutor / Tinha as manhas do encarte no olhar / Nao havia em seca e meca e ao redor / Quem o batesse
I met her in a snowstorm I was outdoors plowing She just walked up to me and said 'Hey boy, how's it going?' I admired her straight-forwardness and brushed