My gift is my song, and this one's for you/ and you can tell everybody this is your song, / it may be quite simple but, now that it's done,/ i hope you
worry and wonder Your lips may be here but where is your heart It's always like this, I worry and wonder You're close to me here but where is your heart
Traduction: Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Ewan McGregor - Your Song.
Traduction: Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Ewan Mcgregor Alessandro Safina - Your Song.
Traduction: Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Your Song.
Traduction: Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Ewan Mcgregor Alessandro Safina --- votre chanson.
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en drapeaux qui claquent et qui s'aiment Terre, Terre de feu, sans issue de secours Et nos braises rouges se consomment a leur tour Earth, Sanctuary land, on your
them right here You know the guy that operates the Rouge River draw bridge in Delray on Jefferson? FUCK HIM! Fuck your idea, fuck your gonnoreha Fuck your diarrhea, Rocky Maivia Fuck your wife, your
] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your
a club high off a x Cause cash that we got it ain't even in the states And the cars that we drop they got diplomatic plates This ain't a rap song it's
I'll never be your Maggie May The one you loved and left behind The face you see in light of day And then you cast away That isn't me in that bed you'
bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep
then I hear Bronx New York Get on the telephone Call 50 of your friends Tell all your friends who need some help Doctor Williams comin' to the Bronx New
of your prayer Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair When I go, them boys