LA LA LALA LA LA LALALA LAH LAH LAH LA LA LA LA LA LA OOOOOOOOH! (Chunka Chunka Chunka . . . ) LA LA LA LALA . . . My darling . . . you mean so very
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Su amnesia esta bajo un aguacero hoy Y asi hace del pichicho un profeta cruel Vuelcan su jugo alli y luego se van La piba esa, el y un atun Un agujero
nothing left. Feel the water, black water. we are quite hopeless, forgotten, and I feel that we had no other choice. We could not have changed a goddamn thing. silent amnesia
my name Hey, what's your game, what's your play Why you wanna be that way? Why you wanna be that way? Like you have amnesia, amnesia Like you have amnesia, amnesia
recollection, the doctor matches pictures up to every name I try to concentrate to remember, but nothing comes I overheard the doctor, tell the same lady I'm suffering from amnesia
Am I an amnesiac or a haemophilliac Or is this a heart attack? That burns the holes in these lips That shelters and stings That blankets then burns
Oh! Every night I?m dreaming of you and we?re weaving through a crowded room And I ask you to be my best friend too and then I lose you. On a steamer
Come with me and you?ll never be the same. Come with me to the place I?m thinking of (across the bridge that keeps you form your love). Come with me
I was all geared up and ready to go Bounding for to leave my mountain home with a sky of blue Between the leaves and the color of the water was green
"Where are you going?" for the 250th time. "I?m waiting for a sign" "Well it looks like another line" And I?m walking backwards to the place where I
For you I have travelled far and wide For to hear your lullaby Hey rock-a-bye And if you can't keep an eye on At least just leave a light on for me
Wise won't be wise anymore And mine won't be mine anymore And I am waiting for the day when I will finally know surrender And the weak will not be weak
Fell the dark night and no starlight to Light the room and no half-moon. Fell an old tune under trumpets by a blue lagoon and no half-moon
Well I'm trying hard to pass the time but I just got more time to kill You know the flaming heart can't get his fill But the flaming heart will try and
Well we talked about old times Like a couple of old guys And took a little walk to the old baseball diamond And along came O'Brien With a guitar in his
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