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are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe not exactly the, not exactly the boy next door Edgar Allan Poe not exactly the boy next door These are the stories of Edgar Allan
Qui vont qui viennent (Allan Allan) Pauvre fantome Etrange et bleme (Allan Allan) J'entends ton chant monotone La nuit frissonne (Allan Allan) J'entends
Qui vont qui viennent {Allan Allan} Pauvres fantomes Etranges et blemes {Allan Allan} J'entends ton chant monotone La nuit frissone {Allan Allan} J'entends
Elle avait change mais pas lui Qui renversait les memes chop suey A peu pres sur les memes habits En evoquant les memes sujets Allan et Louise Il commencait
So you sailed away into a grey sky morning Now I'm here to stay, love can be so boring And nothing's quite the same now I just say your name now But
Nu ar den skona sommarn har med lust och fagring stor. Och bruna ben och tunna skor och musen som i holken bor och doft av hagg och kaffekask och burken
Well the motorcycle club had a party, And all the young virgins were there. And I found a blonde with little bitty titties And a pretty yellow ribbon
She had good intentions and I had the same She kept the baby and left me the blame We both had our reasons but they weren't the same Ain't it funny the
If you're feeling lonely And think you're the only one left That's alone in a bar If you need somebody With shoulders to cry on Well baby, I'm not very
I bought this rhinestone suit in California These boots came all the way from Mexico This Cadillac ain't nothin' son, you ought to see the Greyhound I
I met her in Atlanta She was dancing in a cafe With a price tag on her body And a tombstone in her eye You could tell she was not happy By the way she
I came up the hard way And fought with my back to the wall Sometimes down to nothin' But right now, babe, we've got it all Looking back now When it comes
She packed her bags and moved to Florida I've been blue since she's been gone And this bowling green motel room Is now my old Kentucky home All she left
My hands are shaking and I'm sadly learning The truth behind your innocent disguise You never thought I knew that you had been untrue But I once saw the
She was a waitress in a west Texas dance hall I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand I called her Honey when she brought my whiskey And later I left
CALL ME THE BREEZE - Lynyrd Skynyrd Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain
She had good intentions and I had the same She kept the baby and left me the blame We both had our reasons but they weren't the same Ain't it funny, the
