a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our love
the end of a pale afternoon And the dogs are all worn out And the horses all lame Oh the hunters they're hunted At the end of the game Our
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Traduction: Dard. Prélude à la fin du jeu.
Traduction: Dard. Fin de la partie.
reach a great ocean At the end of a pale afternoon The dogs are all worn out And the horses are lame The hunters and hunted At the end of the game Our
for the right pitch so that I can connect She's throwing me curveballs, just to see if Im slippin But I have quite a streak in this game like Cal Ripken
We would bicker like the other fools,but talk good game Never imagine all of the diaster that one could bring Good friend you should blame the game,
forget, But I remember everything..and every sting. And through all the games, We'll both stay the same, As we've always been, Through the fat and thin, Until the end, Until the end
(feat. Sting, Prazwell) {Puff} Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting, Bad Boy remix come on {Pras} Yo yo yo Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto pour
[Puff] Yeah ye ye yeah yeah Sting, Bad Boy remix come on [Pras] Yo yo yo Hey yo shake what ya mama gave you is her motto pour out the bottle blow out
all wood-grain, all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring, should blame the game
