passing breeze filled with memories Of the golden smile that introduced me to The days of wine and roses and you [brief instrumental break] The days of wine and roses
yes. In a bungalow all covered with roses, I will settle down I vow, That's why I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses, Everything is
song of love. Roses are shining in Picardy, In the hush of the silver dew, Roses are flow'ring in Picardy, But there's never a rose like you! And the
breeze filled with memories Of the golden smile that introduced me to The days of wine and roses and you [brief instrumental break] The days of wine and roses
yes. In a bungalow all covered with roses, I will settle down I vow, That's why I'm looking at the world through rose colored glasses, Everything is rosy
When you sleep, No one is homeless. When you sleep, You can't feel the hunger. When you sleep, No one is lonely in a dream. Without classes, Without
Sono io il tempo, sono io, io che parlo, sono io, io che sono un sentimento un giorno meno spento, un movimento da come e dove rimango rincorrendo il
a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition
[Verse 1:] Since before I was a notion to be complete and even before Vera and Victor would speak to meet God predestined that the days I would hit the
t wait for love Counting all the reasons in my mind Feeling like I'm running out of time Let me know if you're missing me too [Chorus:] Incomplete Like a rose
i "randa" del bar della stazione di Metanopoli, elefanti rossi ultrasensibili e giraffe della televisione, il bar Magenta in formazione da guerra al completo
In the hallway a seed was sewn into the mind of a complete unknown then a story which was never known rose to the surface and soon took hold
The wicked plot mankind?s despair They never cease their endless quest To sink their knives into your chest And when your fate is thus complete
THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE: Part: III) [ALTARUS:] And so, it ends. You have learned much, young Xerxes. Your training is nigh on complete. The years which
(L. Hart & R. Rodgers) I won't to tell of my love To the red, red rose Or the running brook Where the sweet magnolia grows I won't tell of my love To
You see, you're born to die Well that's infinite sadness I'm standing on the edge of complete madness Shut my eyes Yes, I love the blackness I Journey
