Traduction: Soundtracks (autres pistes) Soundtrack. Sunburn [combustible].
memories are just where you laid them Drag the waters 'till the depths give up their dead What did you expect to find? Was there something you left behind
Memories are just were you laid them Tried the waters till the depths get rough that day. What did you expect to find? Was it something you left behind
home So, when I get to Cleveland I'm going to head back south. Chorus: The light keeps coming on, I've got water in the fuel. My brakes are gone, I'
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire! Turn on the dynamo, into the wild I go, No other place I know, I know. Turn on I see red, Warhorse
Put some fuel into the fire To make it rise again This could be our very last chance We won?t allow time To catch up with us After all we?ve done
CD You now riockin with the bees knees, I'm the cats pajamas, the coolest of the cool The kid that got em' gas tappin usin' up they fuel When they first
say I ain't ready for the game Well that's a shame If you hatin' you can exit in your lane They jealous cause everybody mentionin' my name And all these other
it all up on a cd you are now rocking with the ? i am the jam the coolest from the cool the kid that got them gass tapping on their fuel when they first
think about their children's children Be a forwardless mess and this No one to call You can't make them stall I want to feed them to each other Cause
it seems to some we famously get along but you and me are strangers to each other cuz you and me: competitive to the bone such tragedy to trample on each other
the fuck is the matter with us We can't figure out if it's Lust or it's love What's sad is what's attracting us to each other They say that every man
base a movie on?" An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist. I'm getting out of here Where're you going? To the other side of the morning Please don
troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train The engine was bloody it was sweaty and damp And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp An imp the fuel
new confidence Treat em like they owe me man; pay me my compliments No obstacles the fans and the fam make it possible And Obese got a roster full of rocket fuel
(Clarke / Benson) I'm a satellite three Two others before me I spend my life revolving round your sun I'm a satellite three For me there's no recovery