Just a minute 'fore you leave, girl Just a minute 'fore you touch the door What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl? Do you think we can talk about
Look out across the fields, see me returnin' Smoke is in your eyes, you draw a smile From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning You've had
Hai scelto me? Oh no Quando capita Ho scelto te? Non lo so Quando capita So che mi sento diverso Quasi disperso Hai scelto me E adesso che e Ho scelto
I wanted you from the start I never told you anything different You tried to warn my heart But I couldn't listen to the words You said you don't feel
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We're sailing on a strange boat Heading for a strange shore We're sailing on a strange boat Heading for a strange shore Carrying the strangest cargo That
insane cast your shadows like dreams and whispers and i can see your breath the sun is on the sea, oh
I know what you're saying It's all got to go At times driven along by the meaning I need colors around me to fade Everything falls into place Everything
APPLES DON'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE Writer Bob Stone When I was five I put on Mama's high heel shoes And paint my face And dance across the living room
The greatest times I've ever known They're locked inside of me And carved out of stone I've broken hearts Made people sing I've drove a million miles
From the bottom looking up, I never thought I'd know the meaning of these words, or how it felt to hear them back. Every morning came with chards of glass
A world awaits you when all you have to do is think And there?s no actions In everyone you see an emptiness They can?t be all right for you and me You
When the night falls, oh, yeah You can tell her about the way that you feel Make your way 'cross, oh, yeah And just hope that she remembers you still
Drive, drive, drive your car Gently down the street Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a treat.
Run away to chase old times Hanging on a clinging vine Climbing up your highway sign Don't the rains still fall. Sky is dark I can see. Turn your light
Barquito de papel, sin nombre, sin patron y sin bandera, navegando sin timon donde la corriente quiera. Aventurero audaz, jinete de papel cuadriculado
Yeah, holla We come from humble beginnings and Who could have guessed it when You sit and doubt it and things ain't all that bright But we made it through
I know Kyoto well as a foreigner can No gaijin really knows japan We can walk the streets take in the view The Kamogawa flows true I'd love to show it