memories linger on He's gone he's gone he's gone And now there's nothing but to cry Ah, cry myself to sleep Ah, cry myself to sleep Ah, cry myself to sleep
Vertimas: Cher. Cry Myself To Sleep.
En fait, Tous croient a un Adieu mais je la prends comme un ... au revoir *Each and every night, I cry myself to sleep I can't accept the fact that you
Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a fourty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick
