(feat. Dante Thomas) Escribo tu nombre amigo mio Hoy en tu adios triste y vacio Inevitable debe ser Preguntare por eso Si pudiste hacerme ver Que eras
(feat. Dante Thomas) Scrivo il tuo nome amico mio oggi nel giorno dell'addio anche se e inevitabile mi chiedo ancora adesso avrei potuto accorgermi della
[Chorus:] Dr. Robert F. Thomas May his name forever stand Dr. Robert F. Thomas Was a mighty, mighty man And he enriched the lives Of everyone that ever
ca lui servait pas beaucoup. Mais a l'age de plaire aux filles, c'etait un fameux atout! {Refrain1:} Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ca fera. Thomas, Thomas
J'adore manger d'la paella Ainsi que d'la pizza Mais je fais "ronron" D'vant un gros poisson Oui c'est moi le beau ... Si vous etes desire Thomas O'Malley
Well late last night I heard a rappin? on my window pane It was a black crow medicine bird hangin? from the telephone line And it wailed and boiled out
I remember setting out just to see what I could see Streetcars rolling by and airplanes flying high they all meant nothing to me No one ever looked my
Don't rush me, just this once I want to make this moment last Slow down the pace, there's no hurry I can't let another pass me by again Let me be the
Snow falls on the railroad ties this evening And the shoulders of the over-coated men Standing guard o'er the trains that have long since run the Main
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Lalalalalala x6 Vi ar forlorare jag och du ingen av oss vagar tala ut ingen av oss sager vad vi kanner star vi har men vi ar bara vanner finns inga vinnare
Caught in the gridlock nose to tail across all lanes Smog nearly chocking me as the car horns go insane Patiently waiting to get their old jobs backs
Chorus Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air I was born too late and to a world that doesn't
Sometimes I see her down by the river The water dances on her skin She can captivate to hit the ice But she never lets you in In the dark she lingers
Some of us are reaching for stardust some of us are digging for gold but it won't mean a lot on a mountaintop when the wind reaches out for your soul
Walter the war hero he's there from opening till time, time, time there's mary the house wife whose slumped at the bar drinking wine, wine, wine they
Roller skates and bumblebees holding hands and grazing knees dressing up and falling down paul and mike are coming round being good to stay up late forget
A simple scent of summer stole my heart for the last dance the smell of two-stroke petrol from a moterbike we used to have those playing fields of cut