mi dice: "Perche fai il cantante? Non potevi drogarti, come tutti gli altri, tu" Io non so che cos'e, ma ho bisogno di te Perche c'e una canzone stonata
Tous les soirs, a minuit, Je prends mon couteau. Je me lisse les cheveux. Je mets mon habit. Dans l'air glace, J'pars dans la ville Et, brusquement,
(Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895)) Once in royal David's city, Stood a lowly cattle shed, Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for His bed: Mary
two And I could finish this ole love song So I could start singing it to you I could start singing it to you If I could finish this ole love song And
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I know sometimes I can be wrong I know sometimes I do believe I know sometimes I can be wrong I'll be wrong until you're next to me I'll be wrong until
You may think I look sad But I am just sleeping It's my facial expression I'm probably dreaming Would you like to be sad? Would you like me to teach
(Bowie) These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone and I feel that someone Listens to me
(Bowie) Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue His words of truthful
(David Crosby) Do, do, do ...
I was born by the river Raised by the sea Baptized in muddy water To drown the devil in me I'm going back to the river Down to the stream I'm gonna follow
Well this is no life, but it's the life that I choose, I guess I'll never be the man in the expensive shoes, Now maybe every fight presents a new way
Hearts don't really ache And stars don't really fall They're just bits of broken space ships They're not really stars at all And movie stars will come
I'll take this opportunity to say i'm sorry for everything I'm not to proud to put my hand up to the things I've done so wrong A slave to jealousy and