. L'amore vince e tu lo sai e cosi grande dentro di noi I've got the real thing Someone who loves me Somebody to love L'amore vince e tu lo sai e cosi
It wasn't me that saw you Standing by the neon lit door It wasn't me that saw you Clinging to somebody I deplore Baby don't show your face Don't move
Now vince was a loner a loveable stoner (aha) he lived in a bluebird spelled his name backwards (aha) Hes so pretty He always looks shitty (ahah) born
te questa vittoria che non e le palme delle mani al cielo io offro tutto quel che ho ma in cambio voglio te te e questo che vorrei vivo per vincere
la mente lo cancellerai . . . . . . Vai, vai, vai Con il vento che ti portera... Ciao, ciao, ciao... Tu nel sogno resterai Un uomo solo puo vincere
tete depuis l?aube Je suis comme dans un chapitre du Da Vinci Claude Tout se melange dans ma tete depuis l?aube Je suis comme dans un chapitre du Da Vinci
E vinci ancora tu ti sei bevuta il mare Io son rimasto giu dove la sabbia ha sete E non ci sei e non controllo piu le sponde E non ci sei e vivo sempre
e senti che solo una cosa puo darti di piu Bisogna vincere per poi resistere in fondo in fondo almeno un po' lo meritiamo vincere ed esultare un po'
Here comes the weekend Sure could use some relaxation to shake these blues Fill up the cooler with a little good cheer Hand me my sun shades I'm checkin
Every morning when I wake up I see you without your makeup You still take me breath away Ain't no grass that's any greener I know there's nothing any
I'd be out running most every night We'd always end up in one hell of a fight The end is comin' there ain't no doubt But there's just that one thing I
Why do I, choose the things I choose, Why do I, always find some lame excuse, Why do I, not realize what I could do, Oh, I wish I knew the reason why,
(feat. Rodney Crowell) There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass For a broken heart You were doing pretty good till she came And tore your world
(feat. Del McCoury) Have you ever had a thing for a woman A thing that makes you lose your mind Everytime I start to think about her Sends shivers up
(feat. Bekka Bramlett) Board up the windows Lock all the doors Try to remember what a body is for There's bad weather coming The red eye's runnin' red
I work my fingers to the bone Just trying to keep up with the Jones You call me on the telephone Say baby hurry hurry home Pour me a little splash of