that it would be alright I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other side I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other side I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other
, know it would be alright I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other side I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other side I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other
What can I say? I miss your eyes Nothing more What can a love song provide? Nothing more Words are a lovely try For something more And I wanna
Anywhere you go, anyone you meet, Remember that your eyes can be your enemies, I said, well hell is so close And heaven's out of reach I ain't giving
tonight, know it would be alright I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other side I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other side I'm gonna love you somewhere on the other
: "On cherche un Auguste"... Pancarte en plein vent Ecrite a la craie. On cherche un Auguste... Je suis la devant, Sous le ciel mouille. J'ai pousse
: you were talking to me and looking at a monkey feeding a monkey fruit and bread you know what: everybody dies in august when no-one cries or in someone
: la sangre gitana que llevo dentro se mezcla en coctel de dulce sabor. en la sangre gitana que llevo dentro me arde fuego, de mis manos, directa
: No es verdad que no quiero querer mas Guardo el mar en un bote de aguarras Curame con tus dedos, llevame a tu lado... ...a mi lado ya no estas Voy
: E amanha dia 1? de Agosto E tudo em mim e um fogo posto Sacola as costas, cantante na mao Enterro os pes no calor do chao E tanto o sol pelo caminho
{Refrain:} Le trente et un du mois d'aout Nous vimes venir sous l'vent vers nous, Le trente et un du mois d'aout Nous vimes venir sous l'vent vers nous
Droptop Plymouth; Shooting stars; And all I know Is where we are Is all that I could ever need. There is no place I'd rather be. The smell of fall is
Mmm yeah Au Au Au August yeahh ohh Hearts been broken, Struggling just to find a brand new start The darkness is closing in, making everyone of my decisions
Whoa whoa no Whoa whoa no We was on a stairway to heaven Scale of one to ten, we eleven On our way to bliss from the very first kiss, We were oh whoa
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Oh Oh, Oh Ohhh Gas to a flame, all you to blame, You should of been more upfront, Tease me cause for you it's a game, you should
You askin' questions about how I'm feelin'... And I know it's hard for you, the way that I'm feelin'... And I know it's hurtin' you, but it's what I
Yeah Oh whoa La da da da La da da da... You holding me hostage here You got me caught up here And I'm locked up here Like a prison cell And baby I ain
