Maybe just a hunch and alone it's not enough, But I doubt you'll ever kiss me back again You can drink your Women's LiberTea, I'm not here nor there obviously, My lemon
The first to sit, the last to go won't get up until I'm broke but this routine is getting old and I just find it hard to cope with reoccurring loss
So I've brokened my routine without a trace with a shot of rudder I've slapped away my past And I watch it desappear behind te horizon without a wave
Are there surely many pressures or my head has become heavier for my arms missin'something that moves me on, and you're only brakin my delirium or my
Can you see that kid stop at the traffic lights? he's waiting for a sign to go away to reach his destination wont be easy he's always ends up sitting
Sit inside bored in a bar turn the spoon in my coffee but the answers are so far and the questions are so near yes i'm bored but i've no fear and you
Falling down again inside my past choked by memories and asking help and I don't know what's happening to me all my joys and all my fears rapid photograms
Time seemed like stopped i know that it's what I ever wanted but sittin in the back of car I realize that it was just a short bracket,a short time in
Passing by my old school meeting my old friends for jokes and more what I see with my eyes? the girl that I've ever just lookin for and now it seems
in this tray with nothing to do or to say but now that she isn't here with me cryin here until comes she cause I know that she will return for tequila salt & lemon
My life is going nowhere fast i look my past alone here with my pain and all the things i must do i don't know i can't i was there and i'm sure now i
C?era un ragazzo felice che problemi non ne aveva mai, Cannella era dolce lo amava e giocava sempre con lui e Polidora una maga gelosa del ragazzo
Honey what do I say to you, for showing me the way? Your doing all the things you do, blowing me away. Who's dark day was it when I was told? Who remembers
, you are Like bitter lemon, Too sour to swallow (oh, you are) Oh, you are Like bitter lemon, A pointless fetish for me (oh, you are) Oh, you are Like bitter lemon
Still push harder and still the facts remains Just one to an open end so quickly A simple step now a small matter of time lest not regret now I'll make
went too early but he went in style They'll play my music and then they will cry Then they'll have a little wake They'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon
J'partirai avec mon citronnier sous l'bras Et j'aurai plus qu'l'amitie qui m'restera C'que j'aurai l'air bete, Mais ce sera bien fait pour moi Puis
just a yellow lemon-tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning turning turning turning turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon
