have come One and one still is One moon, one, one star I love the one we are One thread, one line Let's stand still in time One moon, one, one star
(CHORUS) Look how far we have come One and one still is One moon (one moon) One star (one star) I love the one we are One thread (one thread) One line (one
Traduction: Robert Miles. One And One.
'n' at a table and it was Frank, they said Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights Well I musta done one hundred and ten through
took those 'WINGS' and wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth . . . YES!! Yes! And then he SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR! And
Snodgrass! Narrator: And with that, GREGGERY turned and strode nonchalantly into his dinky little office with the desk and the catalog and the very
a man And he killed many men He robbed the Glendale train And he took from the richer And he gave that to the poorer He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
That killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich And he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a brain Well it was Robert
to say Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play? 'Cause he's living for you and you and you and you The brother X tried but he died trying
(chorus)=(mike) shawty wats up am in town for one night i need somebody to come take a drink with me wats up am in mile 74 you might know were to
one to whimper was Sam McGee. And that very night while we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow, and the dogs were fed, and the stars o'er
many a man He robbed the Glendale train, he stole from the rich And he gave to the poor, he'd a hand and a heart, and a brain Well, it was Robert Ford
EIGHT MILES HIGH Written by Gene Clark/Roger McGuinn/David Crosby Revised by Keith Emerson/Robert Berry/Carl Palmer 8 miles high, and when you touch
were right. The Bluebonnets are worth the drive and Now I'm here in Canyon Lake alone. I know you came here When you were down and feeling blue. And
wonders I take my time, and find where the right one is Smooth as jazz but more than a half, ready for math And on a steady path, like Betty Shabazz And
Equipto we cop and blow its to and fro we cop stacks of cash im sittin there with deep thoughts trippin off all the time wasted on weak spots nickel and
guess you were right The bluebonnets are worth the drive and Now I'm here in canyon lake alone I know you came here When you were down and feeling blue And
