Isn't it nasty? Isn't it sad? Gonna make you wonder Gonna make you mad Same old heartache: your best friend Has come to visit once again Your mistake
My baby treats me sweet and gentle The way that he should I got it bad and that ain't good My poor heart it's sentimental You know it ain't made out
Los que no te tienen Te buscan como locos Se piensan que contigo Van a encontrar la felicidad Puede ser, lo se Y los que te poseen No pueden conformarse
Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should I got it bad and that ain't good! (no, it ain't good at all, you know) [Spoken:] Listen, have you
Once again I'm here alone, my secret life awaits me, Still a thousand miles away from a land of broken dreams, Night falls and the stream is shining,
The poets say that all who love are blind But I'm in love and I know what time it is The good book says "Go seek and yee shall find" Well I have sought
Qui dove tutto sa di te , le parole non mi bastano , non avrebbero alcun senso . Io vedo tutto quel che sei , nei tuoi occhi che mi parlano , si riflettono
[includes a fragment from Ronnie Sings?] Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true I want everyone to listen and believe It's about
Cambiera, questo vento che e contro di te e che fa lacrimar gli occhi tuoi un giorno o l?altro, prima o poi cambiera Soffia forte Vedrai, se ne
driving my black comforted through the eyes of the mensch in cold germany when foot down is not even an option and the old Europe is not the issue when
(Holly / Alison) Well, you give me all your lovin' and your turtle dovin', All your hugs and kisses and your money too. Well, you know you love me baby
Standing inside rotting away Something inside of me has been taken away Feeling my heart breaking in vain It won't get better now When will this end?
Tu me mentiste tu me enganaste y ahora quieres que vuelva y yo no puedo a ti perdonarte pues tu no vales la pena Tu me mentiste tu me enganaste y ahora
I watch it all change the news of the day and throw it away Time will kill all the pain faith will cure the decay your home is blind ambission the weak
On a vu nos parents luter, Pour ameliorer notre quotidien, Le progres c'etait consomme, On a meme lance des fusees, Ou toujours plus loin,, Inconscient