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She's got the kind of look That defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French
Shimmy down and bail out The side room of your hotel Seems your dear diary Didn't know you so well What real grandeur had your Weekends to shout about
Shimmy down and bail out The side room of your hotel Seems your dear diary Didn't know you so well What real grandeur had your Weekends to shout
Well, I know that life is hard; I'll make it alright. And I know how dark you get Late in the night. I'm gonna add my effort to you. I'm gonna add my
Bitch, bitch such a lonely bitch, bitch sitting On my bed, more lonely then you know Wish, wish, wish I could've been, been something More than this,
Under black age toil we live That night the stars shot madly from Their spheres and we're raging like a violent storm And the moon that was no crescent
(title twice) Drivin' down the street just the other day I saw this real fine girl & stopped & said "You're goin' my way?" She said, "Thanks for the
It's the first time I've ever felt this nervous Just can't wait to see who made the team Its funny when you think that you're the best Till they
'Tis love which makes the elephant forget 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose Yet far from home, no
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Marching down to City Hall, we join the light parade Learning to untie the knot, the dawn of brighter days In the midnight darkest dreams, the rivers
She's got the kind of look that defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French
From broken homes and shattered hopes All the streets are filled with pain Nothing to live to The devil sells broken dreams Rise, fall, crash and I burn
Tu cu chesti lent scur Si accussi divers nun me par tu Stai fuman n'ata vot 'Ossaje ca te fa mal Nun te 'mport cchiu Io t'aggi' pensat semp Dimm qualche
(Pierre-Andre Dousset-Lucien Battaglia/Christian Gaubert) A force de rever A tous ces mots d?amour Qu?on murmure a chaque coin de la terre A force de
I'm your instructor I'll tell you what to do Just show me what you've got and I'll take care of you A strange satanic mood it's perverting me The sickest
Pe? dint? ?e viche addo? nun trase ?o mare, pe? dint? ?e viche addo? nun trase ?o mare... tutto nzieme ?o cielo se fa niro, traseno a uno a uno ?e panne