a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not
Traduction: La folie. Un Jour Sur La Ville.
for a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and
on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance
on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway?s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance
In the town The start of day The father thinks in sadness On why his daughters went away On youth and other madness I know we don't choose who we love
case you like to leak alot Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx Get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
up and then a brought em a bullet from a gun I'm a long laster Now you ask for explanation my last word A-L-U-C-A-R-D read it backwards [Chorus: Tech
I hop on beats and go pistachio They'll never steal my dreams like Leo DiCaprio So, before the madness grow I speak what they have to know In a town that
for a walk Summer in London the weather man said Waking up late, got to get out of bed So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from
, I won't leave a trace Of yearning for some room to breathe Still going on, still going on, going on The show must go on The show must go on The show
