the skyline tonight is burning my skin but she loves the view and feeling the blinding blue lights are pulling us in light years away her touch stays
Traduction: Story Of The Year. Light Years Away.
The skyline tonight is burning my skin But she loves the view and feeling. The blinding blue lights are pulling us in, Light-years away her touch stays
flowin' it... Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it. [HOOK] [VERSE 3: (FABOLOUS)] Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light
years move along and soldiers and heroes come home And they carry a song Let's make this our story, Let's live in the glory Time, it fades away, Precious
see is glory Hey, but it gets lonely here When there's no one here to share You can shake it all away If you will hear my story Some people ask for
Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina Maggie?s been a waitress here most all her life Thirty years
filling the air People rushing past every display No time for napping There's buying and then wrapping The gifts to be given away Sparkling lights
Several years ago In a foreign town Far away from home I met the Count of Tuscany A young eccentric man Bred from royal blood Took me for a ride Across
how I feel Not sure I understand his questioning He says I've been away a while But thinks he has cured me From a state of catatonic sleep For 30 years
dry my tears? Help me roll away the years Then perhaps I will forgive you And the hurt will disappear But in a fit of blind arrogance You stood up and walked away
, she took away my soul Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times The years have made me bitter, the
in 'em...and the guitar picks...you name it... JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story about how the government is going to try to do away with music (a prime
it's my life And I can die if I want to, and mama you can cry if you want to Just tell my sons the truth and as the maggots eat away at my flesh Let this
brink of your vision Eternal youth is the landscape of a lie The cracks of my skin can prove as the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire
