I spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name So I fold it up and I flick it out Paper Aeroplane It wont fly the seven seas to you Cause
I spilled the ink across the page trying to spell your name So I fold it up and i flick it out Paper Aeroplane It wont fly the seven seas to you Cause
(I?M GOING DOWN,I?M TURNED AROUND X2) I?M FALLING DOWN I?M TURNED AROUND NO MATTER WHAT I DO I HIT THE GROUND DON?T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE BUT EVERYONE
i'm on an aeroplane across the sea goin' nowhere i wanna be distant land don't know who i am eyes are heavy mind is shook can't feel the drugs i took
She's 98 pounds working down at the Dairy Queen. With an oval-vee home perm, and braces. and He's long haired, no job and just 19 They got a baby on the
god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime remembering when you were mine in a still suburban town when every thursday i'd break those mountain
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the mexican border To pay all
I am such a sucker And I'm always the last to know My insides are copper And I'd kill to make them gold Conversation got me here: another night alone
I burnt the bridge that you were building But I left here feeling guilty That we couldn't see eye to eye Why can't we compromise? Why are we choosing
che va Oe oa gira intorno ma uscir fuori non sa Sono stufo di mangiar panini pensando ai ravioli che facevi per me sono stanco di far l?
prime e d?abbracciarte. E vola vola vola e vola gallinacce: mo se mi guardi ?facce mi pare di sunna. Vola vola. Come li fiume nasce a primavera, l?amore
(Pallavicini - Conte) In Versilia, in un hangar che ho abbandonato, cosa c'e? C'e un Caproni che ha le ali impolverate e che ha la bandiera ch'e piantata
(M. Huffman, W. Guthrie) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps They're flying you back to the
Well this stone that I have swallowed Isn?t going down so well And this road that I have followed Is leading me to hell And you said it didn?t
Used to be a time we held the world. Wrapped 'round our finger tips Laughing at what others missed. Someday, yesterday The magic we felt went away. Grow