Paroles:
Duran Duran The Seventh Stranger

look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number Some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sundays

look the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sundays

Traduction: Duran Duran. The Stranger septième.

the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday'

the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday

the same to me In every city such a desolate dream Some days are strange to number some say the seventh sounds a little bit stranger A year of Sunday'