Said, ?Hey baby, what's your name? Said, ?I want to jump in your game Looking for a little company? Down from the mountain wild in the streets Said, ?Hey baby, what's
(She wakes me with a kiss every morning) And she loves me to sleep every night How lucky I am to have searched for And found the beginning of the rest
se bastasen un par de canciones para que desde el cielo nos llovieran antiguos amores que una noche se fueron puede pasar puede pasar hasta el desierto
to see you It's hard to believe But standing here beside you Is such a relief This is gonna hurt me I do know why you've come But I got this feeling That it's
Moderate rock Mayday, every day, my day Could've had a heart attack, my heart We don't know anything, my heart We all want something fair, my heart
And as the soft pretentious mountains Glisten in the light of the trees And all the flowers sing in D minor And the birds fly happily We'll be together
Id never trust those bloodshot eyes... This love was living with its eyes sewn shut. At times I'd love to bludgeon you and dance with your corpse. Yesterday's
Out of the tiles (Print the Lyrics) As I walk down the highway all I do is sing this song, And a train that's passin' my way helps the rhythm move along
You pray to a god that's dead. You just want to keep the faith. Fuck those things they're pieces of shit. Now face reality. You think you are the light
From Russia with love I fly to you Much wiser since my good-bye to you I've traveled the world to learn I must return from Russia with love I've seen
I could easily do like everybody else and spare myself both money and time. But i can spot the difference between a harmless pig and a selfimportant,
An explosion rips the silence A cowardly act of senseless violence An innocent family lies dead in the street Murdered for shopping to eat Glass and brick
Sing'n wir's Lied vom Tru-la-la Tru-la-la sing'n wir's Lied vom Tru-la-la Tru-la-la-la-la. Der erste Vers heißt Tru-la-la der erste Vers hei&
than I could bear I would follow you anywhere I can't imagine I could change the way I feel When I paint a picture of love it's you I'm thinking of
Engine a?? a??Getting Away From It Alla?? (Words & Music: P. Wade / R. Hughes / D. Cornes) (Beak Records, 1989, Beak1) Heading out of town, leaving
fate for all cowards. On Battlefields Northern dragons never yield whilst they fight. To foreign shores, cowards flee and fires roar at night. By Thor's hammer, it's
From Russia with love I fly to you Much wiser since my goodbye to you I've traveled the world to learn I must return from Russia with love I've seen
Born of Hell and born of night Anarchist and Antichrist Lost in lust, you shall be dust Now the burning Sun is falling From the dark skies above A cornucopia