to sleep And the radio says... CHORUS: "This is a low But it won't hurt you. When you're alone, It will be there with you, Finding ways to stay solo."
(Lee Ryan Solo) All I hear is voices in the crowd, They only whisper though they frown People saying oh its such a shame Still they only look to pass
I saw you coming from a mile away Trying to hide behind that pretty face Bet my last dollar baby you been bruised Poor little heart all black 'n' blue
older Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans This skin I'm in it's alright with me It's not old - just older I'm not old enough to sing the blues
a little bit I'm just a little bit lonely [Chorus:] All I need is love And I'm gonna pull through All I need is love To shake off the blues I need your
neuf metre On a commence minots, vomis nos trips au mic, pas la pour plaire au meuf mec Que des braves sur la pelouse Tu piges on a le blues des esclaves
metre On a commence minots, vomis nos trips au mic, pas la pour plaire au meuf mec Que des braves sur la pelouse Tu piges on a le blues des esclaves
Sonny abandoned his car last night Had a meeting on the docks with a light blue Monterrey To breakaway Sonny was playing all his cards last night In
and misty blue eyes Red mornings and nothing but grey skies A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue You
Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise Please let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fool breakin' shit down to molecules Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues
the great Stid There's no way that you can fake it You've gotta feel the beat before you can move Even though you're not wearing blue suede shoes And
polli super pensioni ladri di stato e stupratori il grasso ventre dei commendatori diete politicizzate evasori legalizzati auto blu sangue blu cieli blu amore blu rock and blues
voi ma solo con io solo con io solo con io solo con io ma solo con io davanti allo specchio a tu per tu ma solo con io solo con io solo con io solo
in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with
Come sai io ero il re del rock'n roll ho amato gia blues funk & soul Ma non ho nessun dubbio sono sicuro oramai per te suonerei, solo ska suonerei chorus
my shoes Pried a harp out the fingers of a renegade Who lived and died the blues La promessa non fu chiara S'erra solo impressa in me Vidi solo il gelo