And I just want to wish everybody, good luck Mr. Bloom, hasn't anyone ever told you It's bad luck to say, "Good luck" on opening night If you do, I tell
look Don?t think Best of luck Don?t touch Don?t look Don?t think Best of luck We didn't want our love to end in high school In college I called everyday till
We're a happy family We're a happy family We're a happy family Me, mom and daddy We're a happy family We're a happy family We're a happy family Me, mom
I'm gonna check my scars at home Gonna cash my chips and roam Gonna walk before I fade to black I'm gonna write a new resume I'm gonna write you off the
Best wishes darlin?, the best everything to you Best wishes darlin?, the best of everything to you Yes, I hope the one you found, can do all the things
(ed king -mike estes) I ain't the son of the seventh son, black cats won't cross my path Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out
Welcome to happiness No smoking allowed Here it's so easy to burn yourself And equally hard to survive Taste the sweat on your upper lip Welcome to hunger
He wrote a name with the needle gun In black and blue, your eyes are stone she said Beautiful and dead, and I wish you well I took a turn on this carousel
I wish you well Couldn't you tell after all these years I wish you love And life in a world that you're dreaming of I wish you well I wish you love I
Yo me manejo bien con todo el mundo, en eso mi padre puede estar tranquilo: el me ha dejado en vida sus ahorros Y yo corro con los gastos del asilo. Como
I can't even save you I can't even let you know And no one can reach you And now no great philosophy prevails May the cold wind always ripple in your
You say that you'll get him and you run and get your mummy And you're almost beaten to the punch Looking for the man who sold you the dummy And you're
You won't take my love for tender You can put your money where your mouth is But you're so unsure I could be a miser or a big spender But you might get
Vorbei an Sonderschulen, vorbei an HallenbA¤dern, vorbei an dumpfen Fressen, vorbei an MotorrA¤dern, vorbei an einem Friedhof, vorbei an einem Rentner
There is a son, he is born With a silver spoon in his mouth Go on, boy, admit There's got to be something you love Enough to protect You tire of things
We set out for the sea with icicles in our beards Where the wind bit like dog's teeth And the sea swept our ship Like the hand of a God who had been enraged
mines Blasted a wall, sealed the tomb And lived out those short days secure in your crime Many years have passed but still we trudge on So we will till
Fourteen years have passed since that day Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed You carried on like you were some type of god Some things