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J Wells

A story bout a friend of mine Who worked down near the Georgia Line A DJ in a little country station Everybody loved him dear 'Cause he played what they

Traduzione: Wells, Kitty. BJ Il DJ.

I sweat down to my toes, New York City unrefined to my too eager pose, No time here for naivete, It drowns in overstimulation, Kim's Underground and so blase, Suggests a well

Bushido:Ich seh durch deine Augen diesen Hass in dir, ich seh wie gern du mich doch abservierst und du willst sehen wie ich mich krass blamier Du wurdest

Un jour, c'est sur : j'irai cracher sur vos tombes Je m'appelle Edi, j'ai vingt-cinq ans sans adresse fixe, j'ecris des textes comme des toxs dont des fixes J

Dimmi come si puo dimenticare questo amore ho bisogno di te mi piace tanto come sei.. Quella stanza di fronte al mare testimone del nostro amore coi

Well I've been dreaming It's rainy days are over Are over, over! Rain from the roof And the stars will fall for you And all the world (instrumental

Silja: It's not the way you look It's not the way that you smile Although there's something to them It's not the way you have your hair It's not

(Pat Green) If I was the devil I'd hang out in blue eye, Missouri Where the water and the mountain collide I'd scare all the little children And rumble