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a shake of the tin the money drops in, but is it a sin you're standing in rags you're selling your flags but who gets the dough at the end of the day

In questo letto bianco d'ospedale, farai tornar stanotte primavera, e quando il sole sorgera domani il sole scaldera un nuovo fiore. Come sei bella

Jacob Joseph's mother, she was quite my favorite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my joy because He reminded me of

[Intro] BOOM! Hah, yeah Turn my mic up a little bit Here we come now, uh, uh, uh Turn my mic up, yeah, hah Here we go You know when to bring them drums

Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Window wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from

Hold me, love, I can't sleep again Or will I have to kiss your lips Oh, I want to lay in this day, in love I remember walking in the rain Rain is falling

In your leather jacket my cigarette will make a hole I'll end up in the ashtray blown into ashes by your love My girl she says That everything's gonna

Crickets are chirpin', the water is high, There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry, Windows wide open, African trees Bent over backwards from

Puisqu'on m'a demande de tenir son bras Et de voir l'aiguille s'enfoncer, On n'a pas toujours de la chance On se penche, on tombe, on avance. On enfile